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Walküre:
YON, PAST THE MIST



--- Zitat ---One merry shire
Is told by Elven-squire
To dwell past the mist,
Defying Morgoth's Fist.

Yon the gales wester.
Rule the Angels foster.
Within the Eternal Kingdom,
So truly blessed in saintdom.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
FORSAKEN MOORS



--- Zitat ---All throughout the fells,
Winding up on dells,
Rest the soundless sighs
That from grave arise.

Barrows bar the way.
That is place of slay.
Lords of yore were laid therein;
Greater ghoul they fought agin.

Forsaken moors drive afar
Any well-foreboding star.
Fogs are there to encumber
This grieving realm of sombre.

Beauty vanished soon
At gleaming sinking noon.
Nought remains of virtuous ken,
About the dull infested glen.

Safe from menace to this hour,
Where good souls are not to cower,
Is a land of wood and plain
In the Lord's ever-reign.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
STRAY



--- Zitat ---Stray and lost
Amid the frost
Of eerie peak
Which heroes seek.

They sought the Pass
That them harass
With hail and snow
Swathing low.

The Wizard knew,
Among the few,
That mountains rage
And loathe the mage.

They failed to climb
In fateful time
The red-lit stone,
As white as bone.

It was a will,
In grinding chill,
Which gravely struck
The Bearer's luck.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
THE GENTLE HOUSE



--- Zitat ---Away from wild and anger.
Away from creeping danger.
Western routes fell in ruin
By rapid foul undoing.

Undoing and sudden war
Then stained this path with gore,
Unto the Smith's defeat,
Within his shining seat.

Yet some lands withstand,
Far from shore or strand,
Inside a hidden dale
Under charming veil.

There they suffer not;
Home of deathless lot;
Whither voyage Elves
To secure themselves.

Welcome is the guest,
Down the mountain crest,
To the Gentle House:
A lovely fond arouse.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
ENDLESS GUILT



--- Zitat ---Shame! Was the sword turned
And thenceforth grimly mourned
A vile aberrant kill,
Spurred by greedy will.

Woe! Will was wicked fire;
Vaunted had the Sire
His ardent vengeful wish
To yonder wrath unleash.

Grief! Ire hath unmade
And therefore sorrow laid
To wondrous sea-loved port,
Once of pearls the fort.

Doom! Red grew thus the ancient tide.
Hands were felon slave of pride.
In storm the culprit got away,
As pious blood had washed the Bay.

Death! Valiant Noldo of grand craft,
Thou hast drawn pike and shaft
For the felling of thy kind:
Endless guilt shall thee bind.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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