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Antique Lyrics of Arda

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Walküre:
Gleams of hope


Gleams of hope we may see now,
Again in this world after years of dread and agony,
But just a foe was made captive in his tower and by the spirit of the ancient forest he was defeated, and the foe was too played and utilised as a tool, for the Lord of Mordor knows no friendship nor amicable bond,
The battle is now over for the cold mead of Rohan, but the storm will soon get revenge and terrible retribution, and we all must be ready to undertake what needs be done to end the night of danger approaching in appalling manner.

Walküre:
Defiance


Defiant the wizard stood at the top of what of witchcraft was the source,
At the hour of twisted fate, in which the leading figure of the Wise his arts turned and reserved for the evil cause, and his lesser fellow, not in faith but in might, the contest lost and reason was not in the White Wizard to be found,
Yet the Grey Pilgrim was never without will and flaming strength, and defiance paved the way for nature to come for the aid,
And the Istar's murmurs great wings from the highest peaks summoned, for the World needed a saviour and the humble hero a guide.

Walküre:
In front of my ladyship thou shalt tremble and fall!


Eerie fortress and gruesome nightmare of our times,
For long the hopes of the good kind thou hast menaced and of the grave toll of horrible torture thy captives had to bear the signs,
And thou the revenant phantom hast sheltered and hidden, who was in truth the cunning demon that naught joyful nor lucky for this grey world desireth, longing for a lair in which recovery could be found, in weary guise as a wounded soul,
Thy gates shall open and the walls down are to be torn, for in front of my ladyship thou shalt tremble and fall!

Walküre:
Farewell, wherever thou farest

Gandalf salutes and thanks his winged saviour.


Farewell, wherever thou farest, through the mazes of the broad and loose air,
And may good vibe welcome thee as thou art received in thy eyrie beyond the sundering blue,
Upon the peak that high and supreme standeth, to reign and rule,
At the order of thy master, collector of clouds, guide of winds and of Arda the sole true king.

Walküre:
The Fairy of the woods


Words spread fast and rapid as beasts on the loose, feeding from concern and appalling feelings of whom might be the next victim of this uncanny and wrong world of magic and tales,
Common men desire quietness and calmness, not much in truth, where families may be raised and joy may fill the harsh life with consolation of warm sort,
Yet many things in Middle-earth are not keen on giving the common man a decent rest, and not only to blood-thirsty Orcs I am referring,
Old rumours have it that a mighty fairy dwells in the heart of the ghostly woods, where eerie spirits and bright souls we may behold sometimes, and her prowess is told to be dreadful as her rule of those green obscure ways.

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