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Walküre:

--- Zitat ---Man! Man! Now dance in joy!
No menace, nay, shall glee alloy.
Thy King is back! Thy King is here!
Thou mayest live, devoid of fear.
--- Ende Zitat ---





--- Zitat ---Beware of blazing fearsome menace!
We do nought else, but weep and grimace.
The Drake was wrought in secret pit,
Being all unknown to Elven-wit.

A Serpent made to doom and scorch!
So vile a beast. So fell a torch.
Perhaps a Dwarf shall kill the Lizard,
When passed untouched the flaming blizzard.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:

--- Zitat ---In number roamed the world
And ever ravaged gold
The Orcs from elder songs
That wrought in end but wrongs.

Yet fiercer Men were there
None of Dark to spare.
In spite of lesser force,
Their will fell not for worse.
--- Ende Zitat ---





--- Zitat ---I pray thou shalt so well endure,
For love to grief is ever cure.
Besought were fates in dire day
The Boreal Foe in ice to stay.

Wert thou thyself beyond to bring,
It be on Hound or greater Wing,
The brightest Maid among the Fair
Shall evil Witch and Tyrant dare.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:

--- Zitat ---I find great relish into being
Beside a Spirit of the Unseen.
He gleams alight and never quails
In front of darkness haunting dales.

Radiant garments fine remind
Of olden morns, lit and kind.
His gentle powers vanquish all
That will the sinless to enthral.
--- Ende Zitat ---





--- Zitat ---Elf! Elf! Thou canst rejoice
At merry chant and mirthful voice!
The Evening Star shall tarry here,
Where reigneth proud his Ever-Dear.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:

--- Zitat ---Arise and part
From savage fell,
To deal a dart
To Horseman's dell!

The rider-king
From you took Land;
Thence harpers wring
In joy his band.

Their brigands crawl
As rats along,
From Golden Hall
That yeomen long.

To meagre life
Thou wast confined:
Much tiring Strife,
Thy folk to grind.

Reclaim thy moor,
Through fork and Blaze,
So shall the poor
Avenge his case!
--- Ende Zitat ---





--- Zitat ---Betiding far, in elder age,
They tell the legend of one sage.
An ageless sire; a silver-lord;
He ruled the way of green and ford.

The woodland sovereign wandered long,
Since gloomy days, recalled by song.
His queen resplendent lit the cave,
Which carven was, their realm to save.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:

--- Zitat ---Be thou content,
A joyous soul,
As wise recall
And rogues repent.

What maketh kings,
But dauntless ghost?
On fortune's wings
They muster host.

High-kindred ones,
Forebears and lords,
By work of lance
Ye halted hordes.

O worried Sire!
Thou art to blame
For giving flame
The chance to fire.
--- Ende Zitat ---





--- Zitat ---For leagues uncharted went and rode
The Rider come from saint-abode;
An errand led his mount beyond,
About the shore of ancient pond.

The Speaking Folk received him wary,
For shadows yet partook in story,
So Three he chose to travel yonder,
To witness Noon and Angel's Wonder.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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