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Walküre:
NOW THE SPECTRE PLANS ASSAULT



--- Zitat ---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.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
THE WILD DECAYED ROUTE



--- Zitat ---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.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
CLASH AT GATES



--- Zitat ---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.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
ALGID GALES ROAR AND BATTER



--- Zitat ---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.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
THOU DOST MY BIDDING!



--- Zitat ---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.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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