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Antique Lyrics of Arda

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Walküre:
The yearning of never-ending life


It was in truth the prelude of the decadence of Men,
When clouds began to gather in a menacing manner above the skies of friendship,
And when the proud king a very impossible of a desire with unceasing longing would yearn,
The life which never ends, whose tenure Angels and Eldar solely could have, as the seed of ignorance and resentment in the frail heart of Númenor was well planted.

Walküre:
The Spirited Vibe


Even the wisest scholars often wonder,
The cause and secret of that spirited video along the green lands of the western ends,
In which Half-Men are said to dwell,
And every day is a merry adventure, among voices, parties and daily businesses, as well as in front of the warm hearth, where tales entrench their stories and souls greatly rekindle.

Walküre:
Wilt thou take my hand?


My love, wilt thou take my hand in ill fate and dreadful peril?
Wilt thou be apt for the immense challenge?
Will thy will bring thee even beyond life, death and the circles of the very World?
This I feel, that Love shall demand the highest toll, for whom Love hath been the brightest of the blessings.

Walküre:
In perpetual faith


In perpetual faith I solemnly swear,
That Elves and Men their efforts shall share,
In the fashion of the far merry days of old,
Surely, in our dreams it is a beautiful spectacle to behold,

We would fain head to the destiny to which our fate us led,
But the challenge we shall face and these bloody ways we shall tread,
Death might be the somber outcome of all and the ill possibility,
Yet we strive much to contest the Evil and in our beloved lands to bring serenity.

Walküre:
The only exception


Men are not to be granted that marvellous privilege,
To be welcomed in the sunny realm of whom this universe from imagination has raised,
Ainur and Eldar, the sole ones who are in this blessed tale,
Their being does not suffer decay and the passing of time their ever-crystalline mind does not displease,

Whereas, the feeble Man much suffers the adversity of the outer places,
Cold, Heat, Illness and all that due to the ancestral rebellion to Arda was brought,
And the eternal pace of time Men could never sustain, longing to end nostalgia and pain of physical and mental kind,
Yet an exception we have been told about in some tales, that one of the Mortals challenged the waves and as a blessed guest to enter bliss he was given consent.

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