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Walküre:
Quick, lands shall sink into the deep blue


Eldar, time for our kind is up in these shires of sorrow,
We won the hardest battle of all,
Of which anyone across the halls of Valinórë shall be told,
Yet we must face fate and the ending chapter accept, to retain our lives and live tomorrow.

Quick, the Hither-Lands shall soon be in the depth of the blue, wounded the continent in the war and immense tragedy brought, albeit the sound of victory dear to us all.

Walküre:
To whom wandereth in Mandos


To whom wandereth in Mandos may these lyrics be dedicated,
Be he the weary Elda who in silence his fate awaiteth, in hopes to behold again the golden wheat in the sunny fields of Valinórë growing,
Or the proud Man who for little time lingereth, just to depart in the end towards not known harbours,
We do hope, pray, the much yearned solace eventually they shall find, as the spirit resteth and from stains it is washed by the waves of sanctity.

Walküre:
Magnanimity is not seldom the truest wisdom


Kindness for the good heart and ever-relentless,
In that purity and love shall never be extinguished,
A life might be spared for whom repentance chooses,
Yet only in justice and good will, for the grave sins of the Evil we shall not cease to condemn.

Walküre:
The line of blood that is forgotten


Of the prime Lords of the Eldar they talk, and of a valiant House of Men, and even of an Angel who the paths of the World in antiquity used to tread,
Dispersed it is in these days, yet not lost, if not in the fallacious memory of Men,
The legendary line undimmed and never broken,
United, the fate and fortunes of us all it shall in the end mould, radiant in glory the kin of the Two Twins.

Walküre:
That foreboding sensation


That foreboding sensation on the verge of a storm,
Being at the ends of order and peace,
The tide is turning in fury and its place in the World reclaims,
Gathering clouds on the horizon which naught but fear command,

A dreadful force its entire might on the other shore is ready to unleash,
Swift the blow and sudden the flick,
To breach all hopes and our fate to make ill,
Unless one acts and valour in the grave hour shows, to vanquish malice and its schemes useless to render.

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