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Antique Lyrics of Arda

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Walküre:
Be gone, fell sorcerer, thy arts shall not avail thee

Huan defeats Gorthaur (Sauron) and Lúthien demands that the control of his fortress be given to her.


Be gone, fell sorcerer, for thy ghoulish arts shall not avail thee,
I demand the keys and spell of thy enchanted stronghold, for my singing shall lift thy magic and stone undo.

Walküre:
Blood flows through the Harbour of Pearl


Blood flows through the Harbour of Pearl,
Elven blood stains what used to be a merry place,
The horrendous crime against the same kin, within the continent in which naught is sad or grievous,
Murder it was, impious the authors and forever cursed!

Walküre:
Things that are, things that were...

Two aspects of foresight.


Things that are make one a master of the present, with naught being obscure and one's designs ready to unfold,
Things that were only to the few may themselves reveal, dim secrets of the past that of life are the teacher.

Walküre:
Ñolofinwë, thou fell in honour and grace


Ñolofinwë, thou fell in honour and grace,
Even though thou strength surrendered to the Foe and his mace,
Yet the brightest star thou were and resilient thou much fought,
Hail to thee, High King, of whom any Elda shall forget naught.

Walküre:
The River sings


The River sings past shores and streams,
All voices, and anger, and joy and fear it gathers,
The one who the green ways of Middle-earth waters,
Until it finds its final path, to embrace again the vast and wavering blue.

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