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Walküre:
Thy might is rendered useless


Fellow wizard, the wisest you were deemed by all, and the shores of this world as first voyager of hope you had reached. May you recall? A harbinger of redemption and trust; this you were supposed to represent. Versed in speech and in anything concerning the arts of metal that are to you much dear. Too bad, that your duty you made a horrible nightmare, for dominance you longed for and ready to obtain it at all costs you were indeed. I sense no regret in you and this is to make the punishment graver, I fear. Once the mission is finally achieved, you will follow in the footsteps of whom endangered the fate of Arda in equal manner. You shall thus walk the path of desperation and utter rejection, unto the breaking of the very earth. Piety and sham redeeming words will not avail your case, hopeless and forlorn. To the bar of history you have been brought and the final sentence is clear as the purest waters you tried to stain.

Saruman, hearken to me, you don't deserve the title you were originally given, as spirit of noble nature. The chief of your order condemns you for such shameful deeds. Thy might is rendered useless and your precious staff asunder is to be torn. Be it just trial and consequence for thee, traitor of light.

Walküre:
Death, on rapid wings


Should the lost artefact be found anew,
Woes to all and to those resilient to subdue,
Death shall be spread, implacable and swift, across the shires to mortality used,
Lest ruins only we are to defend, under the radiance of our warm Sun and luminescent Moon, which enlighten lands that by the iron fist of the Orcs would never fain be ruled.

Walküre:
Hidden roots of lost memory


Much was lost and even now we lose, suffering in the tumultuous thread of time that seems without grace,
Common destiny for each kingdom, land or race,
They murmur that in the mines of Moria great testimony of the past just waits to be unearthed,
Yet, we knew amidst fear and doubt, digging might bode ill for whom years the kernel, deep and by doom cursed.

Walküre:
VARDAA collection of lyrics



--- Zitat ---Thou mayest and always canst


Void and darkness thou makest bright,
As the wrong by thy sanctity is made right,
For the Good thou dost what is just the most,
Beside the King of Arda thou art the Queen and lone never thou wast.

There is naught for thee that is limit, for thou mayest and always canst.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
Them lit thou madest


Lit and blessed, secure and safe, behind your mighty wall,
Ye, Valar, your ever-green shire the noblest realm have made,
Thanks to the Two Trees, fashioned by nature, watered by grief and with radiance endowed,
Thou, indeed, Queen of Arda, them lit with thy force thou madest.


The Two Trees of Valinórë, subject of many legends and recurrent theme of loss in the tales of old, were given life and beginning by the deeds of the three mightiest Queens among the Archangels: Yavanna sang at the presence of all Valar, gathered in the immense fields of the plain of the Blessed Realm, and thus gave concrete shape to her divine thoughts; the shape of two colossal trees. Nienna mourned for the somber fate which had thitherto befallen and which would have yet to pass, allowing such creation to be nourished by her pure tears, made of grief and of hopeful resilience in the halls of Arda. It was then Varda who gifted her nature to the Trees. Light, the highest of the elements and sole physical remnant of the Timeless Halls. Ancestral dimensions, from whence the Valar themselves had had origin and had sung together the melody of the grand Music. Light is the only vivid testament of that arcane past, that none but the Ainur may fathom or recall.

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