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Walküre:
KIN OF LEGENDS



--- Zitat ---Their efforts were all in vain,
For nought could be done against the evil sovereign,
Thus fell many on alien mortal soil,
Away from bliss, chained by toil.

The unlucky exiled were not to escape their cruel fate,
At the mercy of a terrible curse, to undo which it seemed so late,
A royal kin of legends and ever-lasting fame,
Perennial as the boreal ices which earthly weather may not tame.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
DEEP BLUE



--- Zitat ---Deep blue, as appears to be the tale,
Of two lone wizards, gone with the oriental breeze and doomed to fail,
Departed silently towards the secret routes of the uncanny East,
Vanished fast, as feeble morning mist.

A story truly wreathed in riddle,
They preferred exotic shires over known middle,
None were told about their doings among so lesser a kind,
Easy to bewilder with cheap tricks and to serfdom bind.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
FATED TO LIVE



--- Zitat ---Fated to live,
Brightening up those who grieve,
Thus madest thou thy immortal light,
Thenceforth bound to relieve one's burdened sight.

So wheel thy oeuvres around,
Spinning gently, not less sound,
Eternal sign, if I be to earn trust,
To become a prodigy, rejoicing at beacons that ever last.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
STRANGERS AND KINDRED



--- Zitat ---So much for a peaceful land!
Strangers come, sometimes,
Calmness they love to offend,
Fiends ought to leave betimes.

Foreigners we seldom seek,
Trouble-makers and kindred,
Who greatly despise the meek,
Demanding they be lodged and well-fed.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
LAYING HAND ON THE NORTH



--- Zitat ---Too late, chill has since outgrown the sunny day,
Now stained by wuthering gales barring the way,
Thick, vicious ice which all seems to cage,
As the enslaved beast, for it's the fell deed of a mage,
Nasty sire of demon and ghost,
Turning this frozen tide from ill to worst,
He laid hand on a once fertile shire,
Suddenly ending the crown that was prior,
Winter advances, bitter and sour,
Blight destroys fields, as rapid as hay succumbs to fire.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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