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Walküre:
The Spiral of Silence


Thus it might happen that great thoughts sink and live abandoned by ears and minds which the best deeds out of them could make,
For the brutal one his will shall always try to impose, via wrath, force and all the means that his violent heart only hath known,
Yet the brave the brunt should bear, so that he in the end the right chance seizeth,
To better the World with his art, and people to the valour and liberty of old to rekindle, he therefore the chains of that odious creeping silence undoth.

Walküre:
Wilt thou elect bliss or mortal love?


(Mandos) Wilt thou elect bliss or mortal love, Elven princess, thought to be the fairest and mightiest of thy kind?
Wilt thou return to what lieth hither? In front of such dilemma in my silent realm thou art.

(Lúthien) I shall fain elect my passing love, Judge, which decaying it is not,
For when flesh in the end shall be consumed, our spirit from the material halls is to part, to an unknown harbour headed.

Walküre:
Mist veileth the sea and all shall conceal


The Queen of the Powers commanded and then so it was, that a mist of magic upon the seas of Aman be,
Until the curse is cured and the ban lifted, before which none may pass the tides of those waters unspoiled, nor may mariners memories of their journey in mind hold.

Walküre:
Only a song shall do


I wonder, often, whether we may have certain knowledge of what occurred in the Hither-Lands,
If to us knowledge of those bloody yet grand deeds manifest might be,
For we in bliss dwell, but far from mortal fortunes and sorrows which here could never be,
Only a song shall do, I would tell thee, in music much is told and even the impossible via words life can take.

Walküre:
The Mystery Unveiled


Hearken, People who dwell in these broad lands and much plain, I am Sauron,
The Abhorred, the cruel servant of the Evil incarnated,
I shall now reclaim what is mine and by me only crafted,
For the hour is just for a new darkness, to cover the sunny skies of Middle-earth and any who dares to contest me in chains to bind.

Foolish guides and vain leaders of no valour, kneel now and despair,
Those advices should never have been listened to, those gifts never accepted, that old knowledge never learnt, whose eerie source in disguise I was,
May your will against you act, once the foul treachery you eventually realise,
The Rings of Power were by their root cursed and to me they shall ultimately be returned!

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