Antique Lyrics of Arda

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Bloody packs


Packs of Orcs still wander around the roads of the late world, of that you must be sure and certainly prepared,
Armies they do not constitute yet, but groups used to raiding and frightening the voyagers of Middle-earth, who just travelling fancy or of the businesses of their common lives have to take care,
May you just be ready to seek for a refuge or to wield a blade that your integrity may defend,
Attacks get more frequent in time and the extent graver equally, as if those creeping dangers knew that their moment is as never before near, to pierce the illusion of truce and the plans of greater figures to endorse.

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Commonality of intent


Rivalry is often in the way of good relations and useful bonds, which not only friendship show, but also common intent to protect the fortunes of the general well-being and the greater sake of the shared world.

Please, people beg and strongly wish peace and security from darkness in all its forms, thus desiring to put aside old quarrels and them to forget, in that the test would be resistance and fight against a malice that magnanimity does not know, rendering imperative to join forces together and the Free People under a sole banner to the battlefield lead.

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Lines written in the characters of the Moon


Secrets may be kept sound with a broad range of means and arts, when they are for example stored and secured behind walls or shields which unearthing an improbable success would make, or even by concealment from the sight of the regular people whose knowledge of arcane mysteries negative consequences might have, and the Dwarven kind prefers another ingenious fashion for hiding their precious things, using riddles and words which the Moon only their meaning could unveil.

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Woes to the traitor


Woes to the traitor, who now chooses the acquaintance of the fallen wizard, and he even aids his disgraceful proposition to end the rule of Rohan and Men from this world to cleanse as weeds in a garden that new malignant plants boasts, but no gardens will be if the white hand succeeds to forward its action, because only to industry we would be subjected and to slavery as well, to light the furnaces of the pits of Isengard, terrible and deep as the wizard's hatred for the human genealogy, and the treacherous servant will nonetheless pay the ultimate toll of treason, be our fate merry or grim, for no one gets away with infamy and crime that very few would dare commit in life-time.

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The gaols


How many dreams, wishes of glory and hopes for peace could the gaols of Dol Guldur keep caged? The gallant visages of soldiers who are unfortunately entrapped in the eerie fortress, and the outcome of their captivity they wait with increasing fear, since at any time the horror of torture and evil spells they may undergo.

But naught is already predetermined in advance, and many to the fate of inexorable perishing they don't intend to surrender, and the wings of liberty shall reach those dungeons one day, and the desperate cry of prisoners into a cry of jubilation is to turn.

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Beware of the creeping hazard


You shouldn't take the way of Moria, if not for stringent necessity and when alternative paths are shut,
The only viable solution is to be, and you must watch over the passages of the perilous journey you are to undertake,
Orcs are not lone there, for other menaces hide themselves under the surface of those uncanny mines,
Beware of the creeping hazard dwelling in the caves and in obscure water, for ancient creatures are often furious and deadlier than known foes, as of other times are the remnants and in rage they are to respond.

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Premonition III


I have dreamt tragedy and the unbearable sorrow of such a vision, as the Grey Wizard fell in the abyss of darkness during one of his quests, and the devastated faces of his diverse companions were an even more tragic scene to behold, because their beacon in the night they had lost, and all was not only a matter of ill eventualities, given that the Istar knew that the flames which had dragged him down could not be allowed to wander in Middle-earth, lest disgrace were cast on the destiny of the Good itself and whole.

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They prey on blood


Repulsive as very few creatures that tread the lands of the Hither-Lands, they are conjunction of the worst qualities and very aggressive attitude,
If not deadly and overly ferocious in truth, this the common knowledge taketh into account,
Words spread that the arts of the Maia who cruelly serveth Morgoth may have forged such horrible beasts,
Of a kind that creepeth in the shadows and for the blood of its victims much longeth, merciless and without the bare resemblance of spirit which even lesser beings have as proper and own.

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The Return


Shall we return to the times that are currently deemed elder, not in measure of potency, yet with memory and just homage?

Heroic deeds must be for good given tribute and foremost honour for the immeasurable contest that at the time was infuriating there, in lands now resting below the blue of the western seas, given that expiation had to be achieved via the tormented path of suffering, being this the prime trait of catharsis which one's faults may wash away and in the very end purify.

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A broken lineage


If the tales of the Elder Days thou art to explore in curiosity and passionate will, the narration of a broken lineage of noble blood thou wilt read,
The tragedy of parting from the domain without death or sorrow, to seek a newer world and strive through immense fatigues for the sake of vengeance,
Very little did we know, that most of the line would be hewn and cut in horrid manner, fallen the brave family and with sadness their memories filled,
Yet one managed to escape the slaughter, destined to be recalled in fame in successive centuries and the legacy of High Noldor ever-alive to maintain.

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Tombs they began to raise, as if death were of better note


Aye, little Hobbit, hither the city-sentinel of Gondor has been established by the wise rule of the past monarchs, who greatly yearned a future of peace and sunny days ahead of them to come, but they were also into defence and guarding, as never hazard ought to be given the chance of surprise, and so the stronghold prospered, sheltered by the stone in which it was carved, watching over the fate of the human fortunes in this world, although the erstwhile wisdom of the West was quite abandoned in the dust of passing time, and greater tombs they began to raise in much apprehension, as if death were of better note than the living whom the kings were meant to protect.

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Misty Peaks


Misty Peaks, who stand silent and lonesome as the thread of events advances in the inevitability of our case, you were home of a mighty rule and success for Dwarves as a whole, renowned and praised, your wealth was hard to uncover, but reward unthinkable treasures to light has brought, enriching kings and industrious lords beneath the mountain rocks.

Evil belongs to the equation as well, alas, for your deep pits were perfect lairs of monsters and slithering dangers always on the alert, along with attracting the desire of Orcs to seize gold and power, and the darkest abysses of your bones were also refuge of unknown beings whose names were lost, and even of the flames of demonic nature that Arda since the ancient ages had no longer beheld.

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Infesting the broad sea


As for lands that are endangered by the awakening of turmoil in the East, Gondor must face equally another threat approaching its coastal frontier,
Pirates sail from unknown harbours from the dry and wide South, which serve as secure bases for their raiding and pillaging that so much they seem to enjoy,
Black banners are hoisted in the broad sea, aboard vessels of thieving and brutal barbarism which civilisation is to put at risk,
Gondor must hoist the colours of Númenor too, for the old mastery of marine crafting and governance cannot be matched at all, if we are to hope that filthy waters shall soon be made clean.

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Mourning a son


Such an atrocious turn of fate the loss of your kin must be,
When the elders are to outlive and survive the very sons to whom they have given merry birth,
We may thus imagine the immense grievous mind of our horse-lord king, who has indeed beheld plenty of death, toil and ruin along the paths of his celebrated history,
Pray, let us comfort him in the utmost time of urgency and need, for a leader needs us guide amidst darkness and perilous events, to withstand the challenge of time, while proceeding towards triumph through strife and swords that soon are to be wielded.

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The fiery sword of the Iron Crown


He is grandest out of the fell servants of the Iron Crown which the undoing of Arda much desireth,
Supreme and prime of the Flames, reigning over fire and by sheer night surrounded,
The utter slaying of the Eldar with never-ending obsession he craveth,
Together with the royal kind whose enchanted blades the flesh of fiery Maiar as well wound may.