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Antique Lyrics of Arda

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Walküre:
The Halls of Mandos, where all souls rest and wait.


Vast halls in the western ends of Valinórë, in which silence reigns and all surrounds,
Souls rest, mourn and for their final judgement wait, were they to be welcomed in the joyful Aman or from Eä forever depart.

Walküre:
The mournful hymn of Gil-galad.


Who shall now tell thy grand deeds, my beloved king?
Who shall remember thy infinite courage, your majesty?
Who shall cherish and praise thy wisdom and noble rule?
Who shall guide the Noldor through strife and time?

We shall, great lord of peoples and hosts,
Last of the mighty lineage that reigned in Aman,
High King of legends and lost splendour,
Who the dreadful fire and darkness fought, in the midst of the hardest battle of all.

Walküre:
The Lonely Island.


From the ocean arose, by the command of the seas summoned,
To the other shore the Eldar brought, their true home and eternal desire.

Walküre:
The Lonely Island: Eressëa.


In front of Eldamar was then fixed,
Sunny haven, white palaces and of all merry things the mix.

Walküre:
Other lyrics about the Restoration of the Wood campaign.


No, the beasts of the peaks never rested nor time wasted,
As the past king departed from the woods, our homes are now being raided,
Yet hope is rekindled and renewed, albeit forlorn and quite pale,
Lórien is gathering forces within its woods, may we no longer mourn nor wail.

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