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Walküre:
Beacon of salvation, at last


Death borne through the sky,
The mount of the wraiths who do not live nor die,
Valiant knights of Gondor, no choice you had but flee,
The bane of Men would have haunted you unto stone and sea.

It was not to be grim or the hour of our demise,
Man, you need not despair, for hope has come and is to rise,
A vessel of endurance in this age of doubt,
The White Wizard carries the light of salvation for anyone free, who is open to give way to the saviour's clout.

Walküre:
Warnings, still in the firmament


You were content in your holy domain, the Archangels together and their faithful people,
Alas, Middle-earth was in the clutches of the Evil and sinister shadows crept out from all over the broad continent that once was perfect and lit,
Light resided in the sole home of the Powers, nurtured and fed by the gleams of the Two Trees, in which the Ainur of Aman bathed in joy,
Queen of the Stars, never were you chill and cold towards the plight of your mortal realm, as you thus established in the firmament grand collections of lamps, eternal as your forbidden will and ever-vivid for whom foul thoughts was to serve.

Walküre:
The green way


The green way across lands and kingdoms of old,
It shall lead one through arcane riddles, quests, dungeons or fortresses that many winters have beheld,
Within the guarded home of friends or the odious gates of foes,
Until you reach what you seek and yearn, before marble-made towers and walls which lost art had raised.

Walküre:
A veil to cover, a helmet to disguise


It is my helmet, beasts without love,
Not of a mere soldier who nonetheless strives,
It is a lady of Rohan, in anger and wrathful,
Made sharp by sorrow, yet delicate, kind and good-hearted too.

The biggest mistake one would do,
To treat me lightly in the raw fight,
I am no ordinary man, but a maiden armed and apt for the task,
The helmet disguises me, yet gravest woe to you would be, should you doubt me and of my words the wit.

Walküre:
Ever-determined to mend


Of resolve, never were you at a loss,
Your arts ruined and shattered, your splendid deeds made vain and caused to vanish,
You were not to lose hope, for our sake and the one of the earth,
Light shall not vanish and anything that was undone you have made anew, fairer and brighter, above and lone in the starred blue.

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