Antique Lyrics of Arda

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The Ring-bearer


The Ring-bearer struggles in loneliness and the heaviest burden he's bound to carry,
Yet they say in the end he shall be rewarded, brought across the horizon unto the shores that do not perish.

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Victory Chant


He's gone! He's gone! The Dark Lord was stripped bare by the western wind and his mighty fortress suddenly fell,
His hosts now flee and due to the absence of their leader they greatly despair,
The Enemy has no power left and throughout the grey paths of the spirits' world as an empty shell he shall wander,
This long age may finally end, with peace returned and Men of their fate again masters.

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The Time for Greatness


And so sadness and nostalgia with victory mingled,
A bitter triumph for the immortals, now that the inevitable epilogue must befall,
Time for greatness for those of high descent has come to an end,
As a fourth era of human rule finally to all gets closer.

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Pilgrims amidst shadows


Pilgrims amidst shadows we are and much dismayed from these shores we depart,
Leaving behind us merry faces and friendly lands, along with most of our noble art.

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The Grand Clash


The grandest battle at the gates of the White City occurred,
When anyone's fate in the bloody contest was thrown,
A desperate defence guided by a white knight, endless hordes from the horror of the Ghostly Fortress,
The rumble of a glorious charge, exotic creatures from the corner of the world and an army of dead longing from infamy to retrieve their glory.

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Nienna, thou dwellest on the edge


Nienna, thou dwellest on the edge of two worlds, West of the West,
Where the Encircling Ocean Aman reacheth, forbidden to all but the Angels.

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The Pilgrim's Process (Based on a real composition)


Thou, weary pilgrim of past days, now through the road of departure proceedest,
Parting this world teareth thee asunder,
But hither thy immortal kind a fate of decay would face,
And so thou fain headest yonder, and thou may hearken bells sound on the other shore.

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Lands of labour and valour


Farmers and humble spirit toughened by the cold,
A pale beauty, with hair and locks as the golden wheat they harvest,
Yet a noble legacy they boast, a free temperament in the vastness of fields,
Fast they ride, horses they govern and like no one else master.

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Hither and Yonder


Hither and yonder the gentle Hobbit journeyed,
Treasures, death, fight and kings he saw,
Yet friendship and honour were also his companions,
The legendary quest to reclaim a realm and a dragon slay.

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Manwë, wicked pride groweth in mortal waters...


Manwë, monarch of the firmament thou art,
Wicked pride now groweth in mortal waters not far hence,
A mortal king fell from grace and eternal life longeth,
Manwë, thee we beg, defend these blessed shires and the menace repel.

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The Invocation of the King


King of all kings, prime Vala and regent of Eä itself,
We invoke thee in times of strife, when naught seemeth to bear the test.

Lord of the air and of all creatures of the skies the guide,
We invoke thee in times of joy, when all by jubilee is rekindled.

Thou governest in wisdom and with just rule,
So that we may prosper and carry on with our life.

Thou hast immense mercy, supreme king,
And thy magnanimity even to the foulest was once offered.

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And Tulkas on Eä descended


Eternal clashes in the darkness of ancestral eras, when Arda was being built and reality crafted,
The Evil wanted to disrupt the labours of the Powers, and Tulkas on Eä descended, to battle for the salvation of the Plan.

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The Silent Deep I


Silence, silence is everywhere,
Merry feasts and warm hearths are longer here,
Where are all the industrious miners and their fatigues?
Where are the mighty guardians of these great halls, envy of all people of Middle-earth?

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The Silent Deep II


None is left there, but mute sorrow and tragedy,
The dwellers of these mines the worst of the fates encountered,
Darkness and fell flames their greed awakened,
And drums, many drums in that void would be heard...

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The Silent Deep III


And a fellowship of brave these eerie tunnels dared to enter,
Compelled by the magnitude of their task,
Unrest they caused and an elder bane woke from his sleep,
With an epic duel on the bridge all ended, electing the wizard the path of sacrifice.