Antique Lyrics of Arda

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NOW THE SPECTRE PLANS ASSAULT

I sense, I feel it in the wind:
He comes, the chilling dreadful Fiend.
He's leading hordes towards the Keep
To raze our shack and fort and deep;
The laughing hamlet stays and quails:
Here is a demon, chief of flails.
To scourge the moor and wreak despair
The Witch emerged from frigid lair:
His blade ordains the Ice to freeze
Whatever dare survive the breeze.

Men are frail and wont to rise,
Ridding lands of tort and lies,
For usurpers covet crowns
And devour faithful towns.
In the meantime Snow descends,
Dooming all, foes and friends!
Once a Phantom lay in tomb,
While our gardens were to bloom;
Now the Spectre plans assault,
Reaping strength from human fault.

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THE WILD DECAYED ROUTE

The wild decayed Route
Is tiresome on foot
And evenly uncouth
For nostril, tongue, or mouth.

Tumults witnessed ways
In ancestral days,
When the Ring-lord struck
Elven-smiths, alack!

Aye, we lost a kingdom!
Nay, it wasn't wisdom!
Drawing Might from gold
Hadn't made them bold.

Dark was cast on paths,
Thenceforth swarmed by rats;
Home to nasty beings.
Stone to smithereens.

O ancient Road in ruin!
How happed your own undoing?
I doubt the unwary stranger
Could ever grasp the danger.

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CLASH AT GATES

Time was ripe; the hour came.
Men of Shadow set aflame
Kindred ones, round the vale:
Proud defenders watching Dale.

'Twas a fragment of the war,
During sad occurring lore;
Sundry forces rallied thither:
"Marshal arms! Muster hither!"

Dwarven-trumpet shook the air;
Warriors promised foes to bear.
Tolled the bell and worsened fates:
"Here is bloody clash at gates!"

Eastern raiders flooded all,
Drawn to riches in the hall.
In face of peril, bonds endured;
Anew withdrew the Wicked Lord.

The King, alas, was not to see
His land retrieved and fraught with glee,
For regal courage held the door,
But triumph, then, demanded gore.

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ALGID GALES ROAR AND BATTER

Lo! Ranks of Elven-kin descend,
So rash, indeed, without amend,
Yet treading down the jewel-stair
Of Kôr the Old, immensely fair.

We may not say what them befell;
We dread the void about the Bell!
Light hath waned, waking shadows
Into green and faultless meadows.

Algid gales roar and batter.
Mountains quake; cities shatter.
Loud bewailing teareth skies,
Lading strand and bay with cries.

Vala, hearken wisely to the prayer;
Save thine Earldom from this Mare!
Free thy kingdom! Rid the Bound!
Mourners weep upon the Mound.

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THOU DOST MY BIDDING!

Thou dost my bidding, I ordain!
Bring me light of Elder Reign.
A beryl lieth by North accursed:
Among the gems prime and first.
I hold it great, the Stone supreme,
Such that thee shall full redeem!
Made it was afore the dawn,
Yonder west in endless morn,
By craft of Wright; by ardent will.
Disgrace had marred the Silmaril!

Astute pretender, take the Jewel!
It is to be an utmost duel.
Man of cunning, voyage thither!
Seek the plains doomed to wither.
Farther lead thine errand swift,
Crossing wastelands left adrift,
Unto gates of ill device:
Hewn were chambers in the ice.
Thus my Love shall be thine own:
Lissom Princess; grace of throne.

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FOR BRANCHES WAR

They shall all flee
In front of tree,
For branches war
And hatred store.

A green enraged,
Which clash has waged,
Is marching now:
Such fearsome bough!

The wood demands
That field and lands
Be under law
Averting flaw.

The forest cried:
"No time to bide!"
Their roots will choke
Who felled the oak.

"O bane of fir!
I stomp you, cur!
Be cursed the day
Orcs trod this way!"

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THENCE WE SAILED

Thence we sailed to land on Bliss,
Knowing prows lead not amiss,
For an art the Angel taught:
'Twas a vessel, grandly wrought!

Many ships in quiet mode
Yearned for holy saint-abode,
In the hour of the Antique,
Void of anger, grudge, and pique.

Sea-elves parted from the Isle,
That later wisemen would beguile,
When sages harbours gross mistook
By lack of ken, and distant look.

At tide's command we crossed the strait
Whither kinship marched of late,
In search of novel home ashore,
Out of Paradise's door.

Marine and gracious Fowls were keen
On ferrying boat and deathless being
To fiefdoms governed by the High:
Eternal fortress! Hallow-belfry.

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WHAT TIME IS MADE TO REST?

Time? What time is made to rest?
My friend elected pipe and fest,
Among their brutishness enjoying
The rustic taste of folk's alloying.

Gandalf, bid adieu to party-fires!
How may mages rove in mires?
Ride to me; I bear a sign!
Rid yourself of fetid swine.

At the summit of my tower
Stricken have me Blaze and Power,
Through the olden Seeing Stone
Which enquire I alone.

Grandness, wreathed in furious cloud,
Where the Black Tongue sounds aloud
From the ogre and the wraith:
Owed to him is villain's faith.

Why should sorcerers oppose
Countless legions, pikes, and bows?
Ought we him to promptly stay,
Combating victors of this lay?

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ERRANT KNIGHT

The Errant Knight of Gondor
Hath trodden wood and field;
Before the gates of Mordor
He raised his mighty shield.

The Heir and rightful Sire
Shall lead his folk in war,
Though hamlets burn afire
And Men bewail their lore.

O valiant Chevalier!
We would thou wert to win.
Thus prophesied the seer:
Thou art to mend our sin.

Thy regal blood of kings
Is relic of an age,
Afore prodigious Rings
And advent of the Mage.

Yester-lords were feared
By the savage land,
And each vessel veered
To Númenor, the Grand.

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BLAME YOU NOT THIS MY PRECIOUS

Leave me scarring grief to sing
To the imprudent and the fool:
All are tied to Ruling Ring
As a worthless utter tool.

Blame you not this my Precious,
Kindly Master from the Shire;
Shadow's minions deem it vicious
To torment the unlucky squire.

Aye, so foul a devil-king!
Upon decay the Demon reigns!
I beheld his monstrous wing
Order vilest deed and banes.

Only chain my spoils have known
Down the dungeon of doom,
Wherein had Evil laid a throne
In the bleakness of the gloom.

Yet a favour I might do,
Having skill for dire case,
So the Hobbits journey through
During darker sunless days.

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O FRAIL BESOTTED PEACE!

O frail besotted peace!
Why rannest thou amiss?
I would we dwelt in gladness,
Content and full of richness.

A Leader squires crave
To pass unspoilt the wave
Which Evil lured within:
Affray we may not win.

If Crown were on the head,
In fainting Steward's stead,
Of brave majestic King:
Would troubadour well sing!

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SPLIT YOKE

'Twas battle to lay bare
That never-ending flare
Which flaming malice fed
With mischief, lie, and dread.

"Thy bastion I throw down!
The water shall thee drown!"
Eönwë split the yoke
Of blighted hither-folk.

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THE FITTER RASCAL OF US TWO

The fitter rascal of us two
Hath made the Continent anew
A radiant home to dove and lark,
Upon the lively willow-bark.

The wary Hobbit won the praise
From King and Lord of yester-days,
Belonging each to every kind
That Eru moulded by his mind.

Yet victor lost to woeful throes.
Among our merriment and sloes,
The Bearer fancied he might fare
Across the Blue: beyond the scare.

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EVERY STORM

My beloved, caring father,
Every storm I were to weather
For the honour of my House;
War and wrath I might arouse.

I shall make thee worthy treasure,
Crossing reckoning and measure.
Let my hand hew from ore
Fateful Gems, pride of lore.

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THE GREATER MAN

The greater man doth not desist
From fain contesting evil East,
And loud shall blow the gallant horn,
If Men's defence by strain be worn.

An even finer guard of reed
Will kindle hope in noble deed,
For kindness beareth worthy sword,
When sparing lives and wading ford.