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Walküre:
Long shall you wander alone, but not in eternity


Ring-bearer, hearken to me,
A whole world is yet to manifest itself for you to see,
Wonders and tests, of which one might fail to fathom the kind,
Be strong, cunning and with the sharpest mind!

Fate is to lead you in hostile lands, where one despairs and chokes under the ashes,
At the turn of the tide, in which the heir reclaims the throne and to the White City a black host marches,
Long shall you wander alone, but not in eternity,
The task must be done, in courage and resolution to succeed, with no tricks, snares or subtlety.

Walküre:
Order we crave, in this world of storms


Order we crave, in this world of utter storms,
Here, where maidens wail and the pious one mourns,
Foretold it was, that hope shall come aboard white vessels, carried by waves,
It shall contest the gathering shadow and the fell fire that is to blaze.


Those white vessels might either be the Host of Valinórë, journeying through the sea with its grand fleet and ready to battle against Morgoth and his many minions, or they might be the ships of the Istari arriving in Middle-earth, carrying the ones who would guard peace and seek to confront the awakening fire of Mount Doom.

Walküre:
Queen of our hearts


Aye, our hearts you have conquered indeed,
Your deeds have enlightened the dim ways of this sad world,
Hope was born anew and stronger and livelier than before,
Those who were left back you never have forgotten at all.

Our pleas you always hearken to,
At the top of this globe of matter, beside the throne of our king,
You two rule and unto the end you shall govern the fate of all,
Until the time comes, which is time of weariness and ultimate clash.

Walküre:
They began to ask questions to the stars


The old knowledge of the western lords was lost and never could it have been retrieved by mere minds of common science. One-time ancient kings grew weary and worried by death, which is the natural epilogue of human life within the circles of Arda. What had been deemed a gift, thitherto, turned into a tormenting nightmare for any who would sit on the throne of Men. A gift was no more; rather, they would see it as the ultimate obstacle to complete happiness and glory. A grievous conclusion of one's fate. And then obsession was given an entrance to their proud hearts, so that they commenced grand plans of construction and solemn tombs were therefore built to honour those who had passed away from this earth. Alas, those mighty monuments were made fairer than the actual houses of the living ones; kings began to ask questions to the stars, hoping that solace and wisdom would descend from heavens, and so the matters of their domain were ignored for some time and chaos paved its way to the world again, as confidence got lesser and as hard walls slowly decayed and knelt before the ruthless course of time.

Walküre:
Gaze of forever and infinite things


We may barely speak words, as we behold thee,
Thou partakest in the parties of the Immaculate Reign, next to thy ruler, the Ancient King of the world,
Every time joy filleth us and memory will always bear of thy grace the sight,
The supreme halls of the City of Bells, ever-lit thou wilt and shalt render.

May we see again thy visage, we pray, which is gaze of forever and infinite things.

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