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Antique Lyrics of Arda

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Walküre:
Wells of wonder


Drops of radiance would fall from the gigantic Trees of the old lays,
Not only would they gift the land of the Powers light and life, ever-mentioned and worthy of utmost praise,
Pieces of their gleams would even make the sacred soil, below, lit and enriched by the brightest pearls,
Collected in wells of purity beyond compare, unknown to other shires, reigns and worlds.

Walküre:
Trumpets that awake the earth


Hither-Lands of sorrow exceeding measure,
Sick home, poisoned and so far from pleasure,
Victims, you who have borne the most terrible brunt, strong winds blow from whither the Sun goes to die and be renewed, carrying one who the wrong shall make right,
Herald of holy rule, bearing trumpets that the earth awake and the foul ones fly make, he's messenger of salvation and angel of might.

Walküre:
Shards of a new dawn


Ruined is really not what meets the eye,
Nor lost, pray, for the sake of the loyal guard who still keeps the shadow at bay,
Those who speak of an ill fate, well, they speak of a hackneyed lie,
The shards of the blade shall be mended anew, to reforge the noble sword of old, borne by the sole hand which the tide of Men turn may.

Walküre:
Tidings of good, for the king


I bear tidings of good in these one-time glorious halls, weary and made dim by spells,
Sanity is clouded and the royal wit wanders afar from light, I fear,
I come to free the rider-lord, away with deception and smear!
The horse shall come back to the proper stable, home of his power, willing to reclaim his own place in the world in which he boldly dwells.

Walküre:
A pint of beer that helps one recall


Beer, it is not deemed ill along the green ways of the Shires, beloved country of the Hobbits,
Small people of gentle heart, used to solace and the mere joys of this tough life,
Much they labour during the long day of care, under the heat, heavy rain and facing the strong gusts of uncertain weather,
Yet, merry they always rest with the conducting of their living, for many gather in the lively tavern after much toil, where jocular words are spoken, songs are sung and beer is drunk to help one recall the daily tales of humble spirits.

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