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Antique Lyrics of Arda

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Walküre:
Waves untamed and free


No wonder why the Elven kind by the swift and wavering blue of the sea is ever-moved,
It seems their nature is hailed and adores the image of what could be beyond those ways,
Ways untrodden for the most part and untamed,
Because the cursed spirit have never dared to challenge the indomitable force of the oceans, nor have they ever nourished the longing for its rule.

Walküre:
Resolve of stone


The Dwarven rule of these glorious halls we shall not forsake,
Even if the grand peril will bring ruin to our doorstep,
Even if my life is to be the toll for our last noble deed,
Even if corpses and great grief will be the leavings of the upcoming clash,

This realm we have conquered with toil and grave sorrow,
A fire-breathing dragon was vanquished and slain, so that we could again the mighty furnaces light,
And a Dwarven king paid the quest with his own life,
But friendship he had found again and the monsters of his mind were forever gone for good.

Walküre:
My Kingdom


Eä to me sole hath been in faith entrusted,
I shall fulfil the oath and the Plan of the Almighty defend by all means,
For malice the bright Ainur hath followed in this world of matter,
And we thus must safeguard the precious being of these halls and permit our prowess to mould what still needeth be shaped.

The mightiest of my kind to me only shall respond, and any decree and deed is my will and my will shall reflect.

Walküre:
Jubilation and success


The fruit of one's labour and much strife,
Efforts poured in grand fatigue and strenuous the process as never before,
Yet endeavour might be eventually rewarded by facts and good results,
For never has a saying been truer than the common man's knowledge: no matter how tough and hard, the way opens when will is up, to move even the mightiest mountain and the sundering waves to calm.

Walküre:
The Vessel of Hope


Thou hast come in the darkest of the days,
Whose bloody toll ill and terrible for the Good was,
Great fire and ruin was cast against the Holy Host,
Yet a bright Star pierced the fog of doubts and burst with sacred light kindle valour another time.

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