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Walküre:
VOID OF HOPE



--- Zitat ---Very keen were sires
On lighting glede and pyres
Inside the empty mine
Where Dwarven-kings would dine.

Masons graved sundry gems,
Delving deep in rocky hems.
A will would kindle hearts to yearning,
Ignoring menace and daring warning.

Precious hoard was wrought
Of treasures great beyond one's thought,
Hewn and moulded well
As fables oft are hence to tell.

Leastways strangers so recall
What was such province to befall.
Deceits had beckoned endless greed,
Spurring lords to eager deed.

Carven halls now lie forlorn,
Void of hope and wholly worn.
Flames have surged from the Under,
Rending lives thenceforth asunder.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
IN THE MERRY GULLY



--- Zitat ---I sojourn there and find my shelter
Within the bright merry gully;
Along the vale I'm not to falter,
Clutched by sweeping fright and folly.

Elves abide of old
In glad fashion still,
Healing woes to unfold,
For fields they cure and till.

Passing through the loud ford
Is never chance of wicked guild,
As not relents the deathless lord
Who sinless fortress was to build.

Kind and wholesome as is summer
Stands a keeper fond of guest.
Hover fowls across and yammer
Pleasant tune to cheer the West.

Bereft of labour lodge the folks
That happen thither so to head,
Seeking much to break the yokes
Binding wretches to their dread.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
CRUEL PEAK



--- Zitat ---Over forsaken moors in wild
Tower peaks that all beguiled
Into deeming cliffs fairly open
To likely chance well to ripen.

Red ravines and steep dell
Shall the lonesome bard tell.
Snow and slush lie in drift
Which chilling airs heave and lift.

Climbing ones must be aware
Of pending dangers they are to dare,
For the olden mount harbours wrath
To bar the way and seal its path.

Fell voices augur ill;
Winds bite the stone with chill.
Deadly boulders mounts have flung
Amid some blizzards few have sung.

Storms are roused to breathe demise
Upon cold vales that fall and rise.
The Cruel Mountain is gleaming red,
Wont to hammer hope in shred.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
THE CREED OF STEEL



--- Zitat ---How may peasants hinder
Many plotted schemes,
As finest men astray meander,
About the blighted rims?

Contrived were plans inside the Tower
To set the world aflame,
So must we rid and scour
The lonely heathland of its name.

Rohan will exist no more!
Choked by fumes and smoke,
Shall the realm burn to core,
Tamed at last and bound in yoke.

Bondage is one fate of grief
Under the Wizard's rule,
Who was of mages chief,
Versed in ken, stars and tool.

Go, my Orcs! Go, my devils!
Raze hay-towns to sheer ground!
Steel is creed of scores of evils,
Which lay the horse-king in his mound.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
HEWN HALL AND MIGHTY CHAMBER



--- Zitat ---Carven halls would once rejoice
At prideful sire and his voice,
Warming caves and lighting fires
Along deep mines and mountain squires.

Cloven houses lay forbidden,
Of foreign sorrows gladly ridden.
Hammers fell to mould hard stone,
And Dwarves would thrive so fain alone.

Elves in near kingdom dwelt
Where silver was so apt to smelt,
Crafting gems of ancient Power
To bend their fates and cheer the sour.

Hewn was hall and mighty chamber
Resting dull and dark and sombre,
For fearsome gloom had taken all
In gruesome clutch and evil's thrall.

Yester-roads have grown uncouth,
Roamed by fangs and hungry mouth.
Waters broke across and spread,
Hiding snares that stir much dread.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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