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Antique Lyrics of Arda

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Walküre:
Tales of Woodsmen, around the beginning of the second millennium of the Third Age. As the war between Lórien and Goblins was causing much toll, the humble existence of theirs was somehow shaken by the might that had been thrown into the bloody battlefield.


Blood, much blood has stained the green forests on the other shore,
Our green home is under strain and this became, to tell, a very dreadful of a lore,
All sorts of horrors are creeping forth from misty peaks,
A proud Queen, who yearns the past and legacy to which she wants to stick.

Yet she is also a mighty sorceress, in front of whom weather bends and kneels.

Walküre:
The Fall I.


The Last King, deemed glorious and almighty,
In the mortal World his rival vanquished and in chains took him as captive.

Walküre:
The Fall II.


A wise and noble prisoner he seemed, whose wily words the king's mind tainted,
Until the cunning intruder was made a priest and a powerful guide.

Walküre:
The Fall III.


The king's longing for ever-lasting life turned into folly,
So that, in illness and wrath, his last decree caused a tragedy to befall.

Walküre:
The Fall IV.


The grandest fleet sailed west and the ban defied,
Across forbidden seas, the army on immortal soil dared to land, while an unnatural calmness on all fell,
The Powers Ilúvatar's Children would not slaughter, yet much they mourned and Manwë his rule of Arda relinquished,
Asking for aid beyond the curtain of time and space.

The One from the Empyrean descended and the king's ephemeral realm sank under the water.

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