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Walküre:
BEYOND THE TIDE



--- Zitat ---In the ancient glorious Middle
Stood an Island clad in riddle,
Closest then to deathless strands,
Revering once the Undying Lands.

Erstwhile ardour vanished utter.
Way was given to a Plotter.
Older bonds abated slow,
Yet ever making of the foe.

Emptied Lords the jar of hope,
Craving wealth that lay on slope,
Or claiming bays as proper right,
There where Men abide in fright.

Foolish counsel crept its path,
Wont the Crown to sway to wrath.
Greedy sea-kings knew no bound,
But warring horns and vengeful sound.

Sailed had fleets beyond the Tide,
Forbidden waves in sin to ride,
Willed to wrest the Eternal Fief
From holy rule of Arda's Chief.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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O FORSAKEN LAND!



--- Zitat ---O forsaken land,
Marred afore and banned!
Thee I wish to heal
From striking foul ordeal.

A den thou wast for wraiths,
Behind thy darksome gates.
A shelter for his ghouls
And horrid deadly tools.

How grave hath thus decayed
The realm that was so made
A scorching waste of sorrow
Besetting now and morrow!

Siege had laid a host
To dreadful Orc and ghost,
In ranks which fairly shone
Before the Demon's throne.

O sunken blighted dale!
The fire-mountain's gale
Thou suffer'st from the time
The earth was plunged in crime.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
ASTIR WOKEN



--- Zitat ---Twilit morrows come about.
Colder nights begin to rout
Gladder days held in glee,
Of an age worn, told in plea.

Fright is fast and spreading wide,
Akin to malady or tide,
Which very few permits to live
To see the cheerful starry eve.

Haze descends on haunted cairns;
Dread is brought to dells and glens.
Some confess to witness ill,
Upon the eerie burial chill.

Mounds begrudge the daring stranger,
Deaf to warning; fool to danger.
Nay, you travel not such fiendish route!
From tainted ground depart your foot!

'Tis real! 'Tis true! 'Tis ominous betiding!
Hark well, my dear: deathly knights are riding!
Yet other phantoms roam, where stored is precious token;
Inside their tomb they scheme. Astir they have just woken.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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UNEARTHING FOULNESS



--- Zitat ---Once upon a sombre time
Lifeless mud and savage slime
Produced ulterior enemies of fear,
Below the wizard-dwelling's tier.

Underneath the olden walls
Lay some ghoulish cavern-halls.
Foundered deep inside the soil,
There were places fiends could spoil.

Serfs began to dig and mine,
Guided sure by flaming sign
Which burnt alight in Seeing Stones:
A vile commander, King of Bones.

They burrowed restless, morn and night;
New servants woke, born to fight.
The mage was bidden by the Eye
To muster hell, for war is nigh.

May heathlands raise fort and tower!
Much greater threats stare and glower.
Retreat might be the win of darkness;
The Istar acts, unearthing foulness.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
BLIZZARD TO HALT



--- Zitat ---The Ghoul ordained to lay
Despair across the Way
Of northern kings and folks,
And bound the free in yokes.

O sacred wistful North!
From cave they sally forth!
His armies flesh devour;
The Witch is wight of power.

His sword is beaming red,
While kingdoms writhe in dread.
His dagger conjures fiends
And woeful roaring winds.

But all is not yet lost,
Though thick has grown the frost,
For southern Lords arrive
To keep their twin alive.

Elves traversed as well
To battle Ice and Fell;
A blizzard willed to halt,
Alongside wrenching fault.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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UNMADE THE HORN



--- Zitat ---Which tiding bearest thou?
Why great and valiant bow?
My loved and broken Son,
Have I thee justice done?

Speak thy riddle, foreign mage!
Old thou art, but not a sage.
Thine awry plans have ill begot,
Within thy foolishness and lot.

Unmade the Horn, felled by beast.
The journey wound too farther east.
My legacy of blood, mourn shall I thy tale;
This Steward owneth nought, but utter rueful wail.

Yet grieving serveth none,
And twilit got the Sun,
Foreboding scare and night:
A prelude of the fight.

Thou wishest foes to come
And much nefarious drum
To shatter stone with dread,
As like thy counsel said.

A victim, shorn of evils,
To sacrifice to devils
Thou needest very clear,
Bending doubts through fear.

This mongering of doom, I call a vain attempt.
Were I the one to sneer, if yeomen showed contempt?
I know, indeed, whom wantest thou to reign;
Thy vagabond of woods, shall never tread this lane!
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
LO! A BRIGHT MIRAGE IS NIGH



--- Zitat ---Too dangerous to go,
A path of reed and sloe,
Which climbs over gullies
And stranger's garment sullies.

The Hobbits fled around
At rider's chilling sound,
Whose cry guts bestirs
Amid oaks and firs.

A fellow them is aiding
From phantom, ghoul and fading.
A knife yet wounded grave
The Bearer none could save.

He soon was near demise.
A gaze on empty eyes
Was leading him astray,
Where spectres wane away.

Lo! A bright mirage is nigh,
Which rids the sad of sigh;
A damsel clad in light
Of purest sinless white.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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A DESTINED MESSENGER



--- Zitat ---Shall I tell thy future deed?
Shall I speak of my good creed?
Leastways doth recalling well
For grimmer fate to now foretell.

Ye must remember pious blood,
Spilt and shed in mode of flood
Bedewing red the unsullied havens,
Which presaged dead and famished ravens.

Thou! Atone and pride forgo!
Stricken swoon thou wast by Foe.
Thine anguish will for long persist,
While fighting Ruin of Morgoth's Fist.

My grieving streams have brought me news;
The Immortal found in grudge no use.
And waters bar the way to seas
Which oft ye sing and mourn in pleas.

Some further banes await thee yet,
My stranded one, besieged by threat.
A destined Messenger will mend
Thy vilest act about the End.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
THIS RIDER-DAME



--- Zitat ---What ought to be?
How greet you me?
Abreast this Maid
You pass the glade.

We head afar,
Neath awry star,
Yet King and Heir
To glory fare.

You harbour one,
As bright as sun,
Within such heart
That won't depart.

With Elven-grace
Was blessed her race,
Whose ancient Keep
They sorely weep.

Know this, however!
Mishap may sever
My flesh asunder,
To awful wonder.

And still would I,
In soar and cry,
Avenge the soul
Of Théoden's Hall.

May heavens break!
May perish sake!
May surge to fame
This Rider-Dame!
--- Ende Zitat ---

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IN THE CREVICE



--- Zitat ---In the crevice of the mount
Common folks not surmount
What of ill there abides,
Near the narrow rocky sides.

'Tis a cleft in the stone
Hiding cursed living bone,
And the way shut remains,
Lest to one happen banes.

Kingly promise they reclaim
So to end perpetual blame,
Staying true to the oath
At the Shadow's rapid growth.

But to crowns they respond,
In the name of regal bond;
Thus will spectres serve again
Some beleaguered fearful Men.

Ghoul will turn in precious aid,
When mishaps deplete the blade,
To the ruin of the Orcs
And their gruesome villain-works.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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