Edain 4.7.2 veröffentlicht! / Edain 4.7.2 released!
Son, my sprout of mirth!Prove such gallant mannish worth!'Tis time thou wert to unmakeThis vicious yoke for Heaven's sake.Winds shall lead thee far,To friendly harbours devoid of scar.There wilt thou succeedTo vanquish ghouls in valiant deed.Let me now fareTo hallow-shires immune to wear.
Bold Noldo-sire,Hither hast thou madeThrough grinding ice and fire,And dreary blues to wade.Sword is drawn to battleThine awful ruthless foe;Theft thy kin shall settleBy dealing harm and woe.
Before my throne I summoned thee.Behold thy host yield and flee!A Sea-emperor am I,Whom lesser ones may not defy.Fell thou art as I might be,But foreign kings shall kneel to me,For none is there to joust or bestThis fearsome tyrant of the West.
Lo! Elvish folks tarry fainInside this hidden saint-domain.We staunchly dread not seething doom,As kindly flowers spring to bloom.Immortals may, alack, not cureThe weariness we endure,Unless there be a MightThat witnessed elder Light.
Which gift tookest thou,My gentle foreign guest?Good thou dost to bowAnd not disown the Quest.Asked was speed so queerTo bless thy heart from fear.Three golden locks I shall entrustAs needs in dire must.
Stay thy blade! Hold the dart!Hence I won't again depart.Sent back was I to fightThis creeping joyless night.Clad am I in whitenessAnd likewise armed with goodness;Pray, may the Free Folk arise:Long they trod grim paths of lies.
Thou who bringest doomWilt have in bliss a room,Where twilight never fallethAnd mournful bell not tolleth.'Tis the Golden Wood,Sunken then in good.The Immortal Dame shall rule its boundsAnd always bless its faultless mounds.
Lay thy hand not on GoldWhich able smiths might never mouldOr shape at will through heat and coldIn countless modes and manifold.That is no common Ring!Sorrow-tales we seldom sing,Where bodes so well such luring thingWe deem it just in flare to fling.
O Sunset Gem! O Evening Star!Thou faredst through storm thus far.Divine decree I bear to thee:Before the Powers speak thy plea!In holy Valmar Gods abideWith splendent Angels at their side.Bring the word as is thy ken,Begging ruth for Elves and Men.
Knights he mustered afield.Drawn was sword; borne was shield.Dismal monarch, thee have maidens mournedAnd clad were dead in cloth adorned.Thine utmost valour. Thine ardent strength.Thou didst just to ride such lengthOnto white heights of glaring stone,Which thou hast seen at last, alone.
Raised the gruesome altar,Men were soon to falter,As ashes trapped the IsleThrough evil sordid guile.Fires burst from temple's top.Pious blood was drawn to drop.Truth they lost and life was drained,When Ar-Pharazôn reigned.
Sail ahead to cheerful lands.Voyage thus to hallowed strands.Unstained have lain the Undying Shires,Secure from chill; away from fires.So long, grey portentous Day!To journeying ones we crave to say:May we part from pending plight,We that strive to reach the Light.
Elven-singers, Lady's joy!Mirthful chanting not to alloy.Worries never find a wayTo Lothlórien's cheerful day.Greens withstand and pass the illOf nasty Weather's grinding chill.Maidens, grieve ye not this earthly painWithin the Dame's pure domain.
Queen of Green; Dame of Life.Of the Crafter potent wife.Worlds thou hast with joy relievedFrom the evils Powers grieved.Olden song had given birthTo the Trees of countless worth.Would thy touch bring splendour foreOn the eternal yester-shore.
O Valmar, Occident's Fortress!Undying Temple. O Western Mistress!Unbroken, unto plight and strife;Unconquered, to the ruin of Life.Thy Bells had tolled in mirthAt two saplings and Light's birth.Thou shalt ever be in gloryIn sung lays and Arda's story.