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Antique Lyrics of Arda

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Walküre:
HALL OF FIRE



--- Zitat ---Part of Elrond's cheerful house,
Past barrows, hills and brows,
Is a hall of olden lore
Where sages sing what passed afore.

Gathered beside the fire
Stands no shameless liar,
For tales are told in ancient tongue
And harps in guile are never wrung.

Elven minstrels muse on grief,
Being of yore-events the chief.
Songs of sorrow are calmly spoken
Which call for caution and gloom foretoken.

Valiant heroes are brought to life,
Whose grim memory and strife
We honour well and truly fain
Within the stainless fair domain.

Prayers invoke the holy Power
That yonder dwells behind his tower,
Whither suns are due to wester
To flee the woes which grossly fester.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
LEAD MY PROW THITHER!



--- Zitat ---Western winds across,
May ye lead my prow well past
Such mounting strife and loss,
Carrying yonder oar and mast.

Lead me thither, beyond wan seas,
Through livid tides and raging weather.
Lead me thither, borne on breeze,
Passing waves, high and nether.

Sail, my dear white vessel
Whither mortal storms will hush,
For on deathless strand was set a castle
Which nought of ill might ever crush.

There lieth marvel of age-long sort,
Sprung in the Day afore days and lore.
Mighty halls and unsullied fort
Raised and blessed on the immortal shore.

Antique Occident, such thy Rulers thee render
To resist wear and pending doom;
Champions of virtue and wrights of wonder,
Who fairness drew from Arda's womb.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
CHILLING RIDERS



--- Zitat ---Monstrous minions have been sent
For heinous murder meant,
At the behest of night,
Bestirring so such dread and fright.

At their passing spring recedes.
Freeze in instant dew and beads.
Robins stay and hover still,
Stunned in fear and sudden chill.

Yeomen bolt amok or start,
Rent in depth and stung at heart.
Light thoughts then fade away
And darkens bleak the jolly day.

Ghoulish serfs are they for real;
Long ago was made the deal
That binds the wraith to ruthless will,
Bidden then to chase and kill.

Wights were once renowned lords,
Trusted much in acts and words,
Until nine heirlooms they were given
By cunning hand from the Uneven.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
TOLLING TROUBLES



--- Zitat ---Hear bells tolling trouble.
Hear dread consuming marble.
A black host is to advance
And begin of rueful death the dance.

Grievous sighs climb and swathe
Onto ramparts, wont to bathe
In radiant rays of full content,
As kings decreed and valour meant.

Strong southern bastion,
It is no doubt or question
That vicious foes you fight
From lowest gate to imposing height.

Demons seek dismay to sow;
Darkly colours go in row
And sail ahead to plunder ports,
Since guards no longer man their forts.

Walls might not resist the storm.
Evil takes so foul a form.
Desirous is the beast of tears
In tragic tell of ancient seers.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
FOES AND SPOOKS



--- Zitat ---Ring the bell, gatekeeper!
Came the intruding sneaky sweeper
Inside wood-fences and quiet town,
To pierce one's heart and drag it down.

Phantoms we too have heard;
Beasts have screeched and fled the bird
Before such fiendish stranger,
Like fatal mare of ranger.

Bidden to search and seek,
For great scorn of harmless weak,
Something dear to darkling wills
Which folly stirs by eerie thrills.

Shadows fall upon the roofs.
Closer draw some running hoofs,
Willing much to claim their prey
Past tended fields and sun-dried hay.

Foes and ghouls have broken in!
Likeness none could ever win.
Passing plains and country brooks,
Thence rode in haste these vicious spooks.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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