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Annals of Aman

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Walküre:

--- Zitat ---Thou darest holy souls
Who once the Foul smote,
Behind their mighty walls,
Abiding so remote.

Evil was in thee,
First afore the Lore.
War had crossed the sea,
To bear thy wrath ashore.
--- Ende Zitat ---





--- Zitat ---Eased were flames and chilling cold,
Placated full the yester-world.
Two great Lamps in darkness shone,
When Valar chose an Isle as throne.

All rejoiced at perfect Order,
Placed the radiance at the border.
In the core would Rule abide,
Decreeing fine the fates' tide.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:

--- Zitat ---We shall depart afar
With speed and lucky star,
And pass the ocean's wave
For bliss we dearly crave.

We covet endless morn
And pearls that bright adorn
The havens wrought of white,
Beside the Power's might.

Across the Gods' shield
Lie halls and hallowed field
Which sung were oft afore
In splendour evermore.

We flee the sombre life,
Strained and worn by strife.
To pain we bid farewell,
Defying vile and fell.
--- Ende Zitat ---





--- Zitat ---Sole bones, sole skull;
Ill day, made dull.
The Scourge in Ice
Hath drawn his Vice.

My weary Man,
Thee I not can
Relieve from Death
And dragon-breath.

A horrid mound,
By northern Bound,
Decried have I
In grievous sigh.

Yet weeping doth
Unveil a Path,
Through hapless Rue
In midst of blue.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:

--- Zitat ---A beast as large as towers.
She howls and fiercely glowers
Her enemies afield
Who donned a coat and shield.

Such tools may not avail
A rider in his mail,
For fangs lay waste to foes
And render useless bows.
--- Ende Zitat ---





--- Zitat ---Thy name I bellow loud!
I curse the stormy cloud
Which borest thou herein
And Light was nigh to win.

Within the Immortal Fief
The gate was torn by grief,
And Trees decayed too soon,
Where endless gleamed the Noon.

Pursue shall I the aberrant Foe.
A solemn Oath of rage and woe.
I speak before the King and Queen,
Be they to assist or conflict mean.

If I be ruined, if I be spent,
My prideful kin shall be content
With sole revenge and my three Gems:
Wear then your mail; take so your helms!
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:

--- Zitat ---A clash recalled with glorious song
Is gallant deeds which fair belong
To past ordeal, to viler clime;
A bard shall make the fable rhyme.

The Noldo chanced to battle him,
About the lifeless fuming rim.
His hammer fell on pious prince,
For ever-wound to suffer since.
--- Ende Zitat ---





--- Zitat ---Below the sleepy silent fir
Are chambers vast, that fires stir.
One roar and blast of howling wind:
A golden foe! A soaring fiend!

His wings beget the future plight
For Dwarven-kin and Durin's right.
As landless lot you shall traverse,
As though on all were cast a curse.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:

--- Zitat ---Frigid routes shall not forgive
The unwary traveller of breeze,
Who dareth chill and algid tempest,
So wont in will to pass the contest.

'Twas deadly path of elder age,
Which godly warmth could not assuage.
Betwixt despair and ageless green,
Lay ice and frost and hopeless being.
--- Ende Zitat ---





--- Zitat ---Some rotten wetlands you will pass.
Their ponds bewitch! Their ponds harass!
An ancient battle laid that mere
With baleful ghost and wistful tear.

Proceed ahead, through vast remorse,
Which keeps the marshes ever-coarse.
Next to foulness waters lie,
Wherein all kinds their dearest cry.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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