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Walküre:
The enchanted axe


It was a gift of the Lady of decisive note,
As all the people of the woods equally longed to join the general struggle,
Henceforth, a relic from another age did seem the right tool,
For its metal was not of the common type, in that the magical hand of the Angel-queen had touched it and bewitched made it.

Walküre:
The kingdom of peace


Much time and countless struggle, this is the weight of rule and of authority the sacrifice,
The Lord of Eä hath poured his all in the duty of imperative significance, as the One wished and wanted in the place in which dream and eternity have government,
Somber the tale hath been sung, yet courageous the attempt and deed to rectify anything that the plan of serenity did not follow as one would like,
By mistake, by error and remedy history hath been at our behest written in the pages of Arda, immortal and ever-present for all to notice, should one doubt the only true word.

Walküre:
Thou hast not, Mithrandir


Elf, Man or Dwarf would not such evil ever borne,
Nor one of the Flames could they ever hoped to vanquish for the good and all,
For unlikely is the will of the Children to withstand the arcane nature and might of the Enemy's demons,
Who lurked centuries in the stone and havoc they spasmodically seek to wreak along our ways,

Thou hast not forsworn the contest, Mithrandir,
Thou hast fallen in the darkest ravine of desperation,
Thou could not let the Flame to wander free in the grey age of the World,
Thou fought and on the highest peak great fury of clouds and bolts thou hast summoned, to arm thy sword with lightning and with the sacred power to obliterate the foe.

Walküre:
Mother, I shall journey yonder


Mother, thy tears are void I may not fill in grace,
Thou needest wait for me and hope never make forlorn,
I shall now journey yonder and embrace the new fate I am to render mine,
Thither I am bound to head, and there with a new name I shall probably be remembered, unto the time of return, in which thou art to hail me in the manner thou hast hitherto done.

Walküre:
The breath of life


The breath of life is sole and pure,
By one sole force granted and meant to always endure,
And none of the others may the privilege boast,
To give the flame of life to lifeless matter, and to liven this world with what we care indeed the most.

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