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Walküre:
HITHER-TALES



--- Zitat ---I shall sing marvel of the ancient dawn,
When flags were waved and sword was drawn
To battle fangs and claws,
For great virtue of Elven laws.

I shall tell the gore-stained fight,
From darkest pit to snowy height,
Such a goodly amount of deeds!
Hearken, my fond listener, for wiseman past counsel ever heeds.

Grand birds watching over pass,
Guarding the gate to hidden realms or vivid grass;
They say, malice abides in the uncanny North
Whence swarms of nightmares try to sally forth.

For long shall the exiled immortal suffer
The shameful oath which mouths had dared utter,
Harbinger of miserable destiny
That rendered worse treason and mutiny.

Thus, we wherefore speak of 'hither-tales',
Remedy is of no use and so fails
When ill is such that tyrants reign
Amidst countless sorrows and horrific strain.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
LORD OF GIFTS



--- Zitat ---Thus came a strange sire,
Who molten gold could rule with fire,
Wandering hither and thither across the wild
And conducting his manners quiet and mild.

He said this earth deserved better,
For beauty never ought to scatter
Throughout sea and land,
Or meandering grinding ice and scorching sand.

He vowed to make the world fair anew,
By means of prodigy, so the sword he not drew;
Friends the stranger found in smiths
Who are wise of ancient skills we tell in myths.

Grand labouring of forging began,
Transfusing fantasy into being, as knows no man,
Until magic Rings were carved from ore
And their crafting meant thereafter war.

Yet, three artefacts managed to escape tainting,
Drawn in secret from sacred gems, as was the craftsman's wanting,
Borne then by old keeper, mighty king and miraculous fairy;
Three Rings to shield from decay and console the weary.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
IN A HOLE IN THE GROUND



--- Zitat ---There lives a Hobbit,
In a hole in the ground,
Fond of delicate wine and tasty rabbit
Which easily he finds around
His green, warm home,
Lit by candles and tales of yore,
A vault in the hill, a soil-dome
Where folks gladly recall what was afore;
One is house of gentle friend
To wary dwarf and fey mage,
Who wrong much likes to mend
And of his story write the page.
To travel the untrodden eastern ways
He did not expect,
And even less to partake in epic lays,
In which his mind often was correct;
So good can the tiny half-man do,
Bearer of toil and fatigue,
Who peril dared and upon Eagles flew
Beside the reborn king and his Dwarven league.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
FOOTSTEPS OF DOOM



--- Zitat ---Your coming to us is as the footsteps of doom,
As spectral apparitions that swift loom
All over the merry Lady's domain,
Which time is said to defy and malaise to drain.

What dost thou bring hither, toiled guest,
But relentless malice, core of your quest?
Here shall you find that the door rests shut
To vice and pain, and to the peasant residing in poor hut.

This is the golden realm of the White Dame
Whom many speak of in legend, renown and fame;
Alas, the unwise know not how within the tree-kingdom all fares
Bethinking themselves that its ruler must be a witch plotting snares.

Fate has decreed that your fellowship may enter
The land that of Elvendom is centre,
After the wizard's fall in the dark
Which the final turn of the tide is to mark.

Indeed, you lost precious and brave guide
That ever has stood on your side,
Yet, what to eye seems might deceive one's sight,
And sorrowful grey shall rise in hallowed white.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
FLAMING DEEP AND BLUE ABYSS



--- Zitat ---Down the mere ground,
Neath the earth where is no sound,
Below the unknown deep,
Into the under a leap.

Here slumber flames that ever burn
About whose mystery only the wise learn,
By means of lost record and forbidden book,
Greatly craved in desirous look.

I even long to tell the sea's beauty,
Which is a minstrel's prime and foremost duty,
For no secret is better kept but in the blue
That is sadly loved by so few.

Where shall the tide lead the knot,
If unwary mariners heed not
Words of caution from the abyss,
In the attempt of reaching perennial bliss?

Listen to the ocean's voice,
Thou who hast free choice
Of voyaging waves through,
As thou deemest due.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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