Antique Lyrics of Arda

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Gondor, of valour the legacy


Gondor, of valour the legacy thou art,
Amidst the shadows of the Third Era,
The dim splendour of thy past thou strivest to guard,
Yet the hardest test for thee is yet to befall.

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On the ghostly slopes...


An eerie passage by stone imprisoned,
Death and despair they say there dwell,
Terror spreadeth among the gentle inhabitants of those ways,
For hopeless wraiths are seen at night wander.

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The Elf-scout


The Elf-scout guards and across the woods much travels,
Her realm she deeply loves and freedom above all enjoys,
She walks the paths of the stars and the outer world desires,
Fiery locks and an ardent spirit of justness within the forest.

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I vow to thee

Eönwë's pledge.


I vow to thee, King of the Powers and of Arda the sole ruler,
Thy will my deed shall be, thy command I shall always fulfil.

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The air of the outer World we still want to breathe

The Teleri of the Undying Lands would still prefer the mortal breeze of Arda.


Nay, almighty Lords, your offer is an immense gift,
Yet out of the Walls of Valinórë we would fain remain,
For the air and winds of the outer World we still long to breathe,
In the immortal continent we established, but not yet ready for the eternal bliss we are.

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Beware, for some might falter...


Mighty Wise of this Middle-earth, beware,
For some of you in front of the test might falter,
The interest of all might be made the desire of one sole,
Pray, you ought not to linger and the just act you must undertake.

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Evening Star, hope you give us again


Evening Star, hope you give us again,
Sent by your father as the herald of grace,
Fell horrors are in your way, yet darkness you don't dread,
Ride fast now, don't abandon your friends, for on your light much depends.

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Only they might foretell


The ultimate fate none knoweth nor seeth,
Manwë and Varda, only they might foretell, but that they shall not fain do, keeping the secret unto the End.

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The Heir shall never return

Saruman rejects the prospect of a new king on the throne of Gondor.


Grey Wizard, empty words and vague dreams,
Your mind long and wide wanders, in vain, I say,
The noble House of Men a new light shall not be given,
Dim it is, a pale reflection of their grand past.

A sham desire you thus nourished, that a heathen ranger on the throne might return.

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The Keeper's Pledge


Mithrandir, thou may now continue the journey with thy new Ring,
Unknown perils thou shalt withstand and the gravest toil on thy shoulders shall be,
For I foresee thou art the sole who might awaken souls and spirits anew rekindle,
Middle-earth needeth courage and hope, in this era of the tone of thy robes.

I shall wait for thee with the last ship, when greatness shall wane and forever vanish.

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Findekáno perisheth amidst flames


Findekáno had a brief part in the tale,
For his reign in those suffering lands not much lasted,
Yet the valour of his House he shall honour in eternity,
As he fought the head of Morgoth's Flames and amidst fire perished.

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How were Orcs born?

Saruman narrates the sad tale of the creation of such monsters. A wound and scar for the Elven kind.


You asked me, I shall tell you how the cruel spell was cast,
In the darkness of the ancestral times, when light was not on the entirety of lands,
The original Evil captured some of the Elven kind and them in its obscure pits tortured,
Mauled and mutilated, the foulest arts permitted that new race to arise.

A race that fists waves and the will of dominion obeys, as their master commands.

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The Lord vigilant remains


The Lord vigilant remains, hidden in his valley and sole guardian in the wilderness,
Many battles and sorrows he saw, yet triumph on his side was often,
And he now patrols those lands in this grey era,
Waiting, watching and the kindest rest offering.

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Thou art, Craftsman of Jewels

Mandos accuses Fëanáro and declares him guilty.


I declare thee guilty of unrest and blind wrath, Craftsman of Jewels,
Within the walls of Valinórë hatred thou dared to bring,
For envy burneth thy heart and suspicion thy skilled mind cloudeth,
Thou guilty art, Fëanáro, and my judgement thou shalt hence suffer.

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Words my ears reached, Judge-Vala!

Fëanáro's response.


Words my ears reached, Judge-Vala!
Fell they were and the Prisoner whom ye liberated of them was the source.