Edain 4.7.2 veröffentlicht! / Edain 4.7.2 released!
The Smith fell, parted from his newly-conquered domain,The lyrics of his plight shall be sung, but not fain,His pride was crushed by devils, scattered as tears in the rain,What shall be of him, into the grey realm of the Judge, where souls weep and wane?
City of Pearl, perishing in the flaming tempest,Order of hell, the Dark Lord's conquest,Tragic end of the tale,Elves recall and for your fall wail.
Inside the enchanted forest, hidden from vile foe,There lies a time-less shrine, defying decay and woe,Melodies of harmony, that often are sung,Hallowed land, to which Elves verily clung.Lórien, treasure of old, in a world growing chill,Raised and built as fine kingdom, whose pillar is indomitable will,Golden Wood, ruled by a mistress of magic, the Lady of Light,Ancient maiden, born in paradise, whom we deem wise queen of might.
Soon shall we part from this realm of grief,From our fond dwellings, splendour among stone, water and leaf,Grey times advance, breaking the spell of that lie, malicious and sham,That we could carry on our lives in bliss, as the kind innocent lamb.
A sacred valley,Within hard stone and hallowed wood,Shelter for the prey of fear and folly,Magic which warms and nourishes one's mood,Home to the wisest immortal lord,Millennia-old and keeper of his sunny kingdom,Versed with command, science, tale and comforting word,A secret he hides, that beauty makes perennial and slows time in the earldom.
Silver lord and grand king,Elf of ancient sagas to sing,He met an angel once, of kind holy and good,She was to be his queen, within carved halls and enchanted wood.
Melyanna, of the People of Aman,Land immortal, blessed by marvel and warm sun,Arda you loved much, enjoying the path among the singing bird and tree,Until she found love, a silver-lord, ruling mortal shires of Beleriand, wild and free.
A bell tolls in the dark night,Folks rush, cry and fight,Wooden roofs set on fire,Maidens wail, woeful choir.Doom has come on wings,To ravage the world and burn things,Behold, someone gave up not and climbs chimneys as swift sparrow,Ready to slay the demon, flying a black arrow.
Leaving these sorrowful shores behind,Great relief for a troubled mind,Passing through the ways of the blue,Away from mayhem, woe and gloom.
Ride, ride fast, White Pilgrim,To defy the grimness of our times, getting our hope dim,Empyrean envoy, for how many man's lives did you fare?The Enemy comes forth, his plot unveiled and bare.May your steed not fail the quest,This war shall close the age, the very last test,Guardian of light, ride resolute against the inexorable doom,Daring whom we greatly despise, a foe seeking endless darkness and hopeless gloom.
Behold, the White Rider is here,To relieve the city from doubt and fear,The Black Land is a whole rage of ashes and storm,Much dread we the Great Eye in its foul fiery form.
Gandalf is greeted by the Keeper of the Havens himself after the wizard's landing on the westernmost shores of Middle-earth. The Elf-sire was one of the very few who saw through the mystery around the Istari's arrival in the world, grasping their real imperative purpose and original might. Adding to that, Círdan immediately foresaw the leading role that the Grey Wizard would later undertake even among his fellows, recognising and hailing in honour his very pure heart, together with an incredibly sensational wisdom. Hence the decision to give up to him the crimson Ring of Fire, so that it could aid the perilous mission of the Grey Pilgrim by easing the burden of worldly hardship and inspiring courage in hearts grown chill.Círdan awaited the return of Gandalf for more than two millennia, until the task was done and both were therefore ready to part from that grey shore, sailing to the sundering waves in the company of the last mighty ones of their immortal kind.