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Walküre:
THE BLACK LAND



--- Zitat ---Some feral kind treads the path
Leading to the realm of fury and wrath;
Into the curtain of thick smoke,
Into the shadows which fiends evoke.

The Black Land is all at work,
Orcs wield pikes and hold the fork.
The Lidless Eye shall stand awake,
Cloaked in fire, so does the drake.

Serfs hurry, day and night
To feed the hunger of their master's might,
At the behest of a dreadful lord,
Whose will is command, whose law is word.

Loud rumbles the Fateful Mount,
Once asleep beyond reckon and count;
Now awoken again, in rippling blaze-storm,
Vomiting flames and scorching swarm.

Pray, be the gentle away!
May the Abhorred not sway
Unto the gates of hell,
Poisonous valley and ruinous dell.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
EXILED, STRANDED



--- Zitat ---Upon the grey dusky shore
We err and linger once more.
On a world which could not be mended
We find ourselves, weakened and stranded.

Light abandoned the weary day,
Taking us to the western way
Past the white bastions of hope,
Greeting glade and steep slope.

Farewell, ancient home!
We shall sail across foam,
To reach the eternal diamond-hall
Behind the undying giant-wall.

Let the prayer soar along
Any road we cheer with song;
Departing is nought but just deed
On which we embark in good speed.

Amidst the journey we might meet
Gentle wisdom and hairy feet.
The tiny kinsfolk we thereby praise,
Leaving, as autumn morning shows her rays.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
DESOLATE WEST



--- Zitat ---Shires lie ahead
And bear the scar of sad
Events which took place,
Wreaking ruin for the immortal race.

How happy and merry
Would all live without worry;
Great smiths sought to make and craft anew,
Repairing wrongs and wounds, as best they knew.

To mend and heal the earth
Labouring hard was so much worth,
If only ears had not listened
To subtle words, which of eerie light glistened.

Ill-starred was their noble deed,
For lies and snares they were to heed
As good advice from an old great wise,
Who wandered broad in hallowed guise.

Thenceforth war was soon to spread,
Laying many in burial bed,
And then besieging with no rest
The now-despoiled desolate West.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
MIGHTY NORTH



--- Zitat ---We pray, mighty North,
To get much fortune and worth,
And so rejoice at it in mirth;
May the ode go broad and forth.

Ravaged realm, receive my rhymes
In wicked winter and vile climes
To sing the virtue of glorious past,
Entombed by snow and turned in dust.

Bright gem of your founder
Who landed here from yonder
Where human pride was soon to fade;
To the Land of Gift farewell he bade.

He watched his country plunge in ruin,
Unspeakable treachery and foul doing.
A potent king deemed a devil wise,
Forswearing allegiance and severing ties.

The ancient bond was broken
Fury thus loomed high, from afar awoken.
Western tides raged and mourned,
Choleric storms cried and warned.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
THE FEY CONJUROR



--- Zitat ---"Tell me the tale, I beseech.
Of queer people to know we fail
In front of dainty or fizzy ale
We fancy fright, scare and screech."

"Well, lovely guest,
I mean not to spoil the fest,
But you will much to enquire
Beyond thatched village and merry Shire.

Thus, here is the story of a mage
Fond of business and friends,
Held high as wise sage,
Who ever heals and mends.

Afar he heads to outer lords and kings,
Gliding swift as though on wings
To bring good tiding and hope,
Riding fast down hill and slope.

Verily, he's hailed with many names
By potent sires and gorgeous dames.
However, content he's ever among the Little Folk
Who him amuses with song and joke."
--- Ende Zitat ---

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