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Walküre:
Thou spokest firm


The Foe shall pay and exemplary the burden of his felony is to be,
Villain, vile and horrid, rarely doth his deed not affect one, thee, us and me,
Divergence was in the assembly of the Powers, whither they head to for the decreeing of our fate,
Queen, thou spokest firm and just, that the Enemy three eras of the Trees bound by chains should have spent, which is the gravest torture and an eternity to await.

Walküre:
A song for thee


A song for thee I sing,
In hopes that my tune findeth its way amidst such misery in this grievous War of the Ring,
My love by means of lyrics is to be carried, across a world to which darkness siege laid,
May it reach thee in the hour of unbearable toil, my love, to whom sad farewell I bade.

Walküre:
Tales of strange folks


Abroad, of which we're often told tales of strange folks,
Nay, it is not out of laughter or petty talks,
Concern grows and meanders across the common way,
And naught of reassuring my worried mind might sway.

Aye, strange folks and obscure skills of which I speak not fain,
Wicked spirits tread our path and seldom when there's not ill weather or rain,
Demons and ghouls in the dark of the world, creeping out and with unmeasured magnitude,
Why is the merry man, lone, who all day labours in toil, to face the peril of solitude?

Walküre:
A foul watcher in nameless ponds


Ponds which bear no name or joyful title of some sort, come from nice hours of freedom, spent at its shores and ever-lively in good company,
No, it is not water one should touch, disturb or awake,
Silent, a horror there is said to reside, fast and rapid, hungry and bidden to halt the passage of whom tries to make to such hazardous trip,
Neither is it known its identity and very purpose, nor is it manifest to us how whither that nightmare could have gone, vicious hunter and fell guardian of hideous ilk.


The true identity of the Watcher in the Water is well left to the reader's imagination and guessing. It's nonetheless possible to make a few viable speculations on the matter: he's likely to be counted among the mysterious Nameless Creatures of Arda. Uncanny creatures of unknown origin; they are accounted to dwell in the deep places of the earth and murmurs say that they have trodden the ways of the world long before the awakening of the Children of Ilúvatar. It may thus infer that they are bound to none and to none they have to respond, refusing to partake in conflicts or side with one of the opponents in a general war. However, despite their neutrality in the businesses of Arda, they are widely considered as one of the deadliest kind of beasts, and their completely wild nature may aggravate their extremely feral essence.

It is necessary that a just difference be noted, though. These ancient creatures are sometimes mistaken for Maiar, when this is not the case at all. The Ainur constitute their own blessed race, born prior to the very universe, whose might is absolutely incomparable with whatsoever creatures, be they ancient or more recent.

Walküre:
Behold, the White Towers of hope


Great fatigues shall never deprive us of such relieving of a spectacle, which is signal of rekindled hope, before the last step of our journey is eventually made,
White Towers, gazing afar, yonder, beyond clouds and mists, and even past the very winds and air that follow the round fashion of this modern world,
We are to take our vessel and journey through the sea, upon the Straight Road that by the Eldar only is sailed across,
Towers of hope, they are indeed, well-wishing image and sign for all the Immortals that the endless bliss yearn, on the other shore of the sundering blue.

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