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Walküre:
REIGN IN BANE



--- Zitat ---Conflict shall betide,
Ignominious and snide,
Over wasting land
Foundered into sand.

Tribesmen proudly reign
In the midst of bane,
Taming beast for use
Through deceptive ruse.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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STRIP HIM BARE!



--- Zitat ---Feel! His filthy magic fadeth.
Lo! Shepherd rivers wadeth.
On the burnt I swore to bring
Wrath and havoc to the Ring.

The Ring of walls embracing vale,
Whose Tower drew tempestuous gale,
Shall live and bear the grief of ruin
Upon the Sorcerer's undoing.

I freed the water from its cage,
Allowing currents round to rage
For grave defeat and whole demise
Befalling quick a former Wise.

Trees besieged, the keep to seize,
And ended so the fetid breeze
That once emerged from under-pit:
A work of treachery, not wit!

The Forest spoke; woods rebelled.
We crushed the stone; Orcs we felled.
I bellowed stern, as potent flare:
"O boundless tide, strip him bare!"
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
YE LET ME FREE!



--- Zitat ---How shall I contest thy Might?
The Green hath spoken, not aright.
The vanquished asketh, nonetheless,
That victors be not merciless.

Roots aggrieved, hark me clear:
I am renowned as great a seer.
I glimpsed a future far away
That grave obscurity will lay.

Ye let me free! Ye let me out!
I need not seed concern or doubt.
Thou wonst my dwelling, I concede;
What wantest thou, o Folk of Reed?

But the least foolish mage,
Locked inside my lonely cage,
I became and now demand:
May the Wizard flee this land!

Greener shires lie across,
Spring of dew upon the moss,
Wherein the people suffer nought
That rendered other fiefs distraught.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
THE ABHORRED



--- Zitat ---Fly ahead and shape assume,
Over mountain, frost, and fume!
You obey and quell the Fair,
Ere the Princes conquer dare.

'Abhorred', such is your fearsome name,
Befitting well so cursed a fame,
Whose terror runs and rapid spreads
Amid the Noldo's growing dreads.

Aberrant fortresses you guard;
They hail you lord, the foulest bard.
In bondage captives waive their soul,
Ignoring how to fight your thrall.

Be ghoulish howl or sombre wing,
Which Elven-lyres grimly sing,
Your fabled evilness is tale
Among the squire in the vale.

No even challenger would pose
The threat of equal mighty foes,
Unless he be immune to fright,
Resisting chieftains of the night.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
THEN QUOTH THE ANCIENT KING



--- Zitat ---Then quoth the Ancient King:
"Before the Archangel's Ring
Have Powers all convened
To punish rogue and fiend.

Sedition goeth vast;
It struck the High aghast.
We saw not them arrive!
To bliss restore we strive!

Our Noon abandoned thee
And scattered waves at sea
Shall carry Elven-folk
Where equilibrium broke.

Thy quest will augur ill
Beyond the grinding Chill,
For greedy crafters seek
To claim the mortal creek.

Thereto wilt thou fare,
Hunting pit and lair,
Viler yet might do
Those denying their rue."
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
THUS RESPONDED REBELS



--- Zitat ---Thus responded Rebels:
"Woe to outer evils!
Hence we part in faith,
So our Monarch saith.

Chiselling and graving
Never smothered craving,
As we since partook
Round untainted brook.

Joined have we the Light,
Sound from foreign fright,
Finding great relief
In the Wondrous Fief.

Yet a gaol is gaol,
Albeit sung in tale;
Albeit wrought of gold,
Serfdom shall unfold.

Bane thy Country smote!
Vessels rest afloat,
Moored in vain to port
At the Sailor's fort."
--- Ende Zitat ---

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