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Walküre:
Beside your king you have always stood


Good or bad luck, radiant harmony or tragedy, victory or grim defeat,
Naught could ever make you falter or your resolve wane,
You were the first to have acknowledged what was true and doomed to be,
Piercing the initial thoughts of whom was once the greatest of the highest order, and you had seen evil and many woes.

His friendship you have forsworn and always battled him in the wars that had later been waged to safeguard the Plan of old, always being beside your king, ruler of clouds and commander of the ether encircling all.

Walküre:
Daydreaming and hoping


Hoping for something better than ash and sorrow,
A brighter tomorrow on the horizon of our grey age,
Men wander still in doubt and wary of their inner might they are,
Elves leave these mortal shires of ours, bequeathing a marred earth and of ruins too, for the sea calls them yonder, beyond the air and circles of Arda, where lie dwellings of diamond and a realm which the immortal eye beholds and the mortal dreams.

Walküre:
Fame across wood, river and stone


The Dark Tower has fallen in utter ruin, bent by the very pride of whom was its keeper,
The evil artefact of our tale is undone and it is for the good,
Thanks to the quest of unpredictable beings,
Legends, I say, for the story will pass on to the world that is to be, becoming fame that goes across wood, water, marble and stone.

Walküre:
Friends who sail and go


Some sailed and went away,
Part of the fellowship of our tales, for they took the routes of the blue that waver and sway,
Two friends, of unusual nature indeed, left the past behind their back and on the immortal shores set foot,
Their parting was the true end of the legendary quest, collective memory of all and of the newly-found peace the deep root.

Walküre:
The Heir shall rise among huts and dishevelled ways


The fortunes of Gondor will be soon at stake,
The tide is turning and moving in rage,
Men are not guided by wise rule and pure spirit,
Captains fight well and bravely, although naught is to avail whom we deem valiant and proud.

Pride is not enough to bar the passage and contain the flood,
A prophecy goes round and wide, in these days of plight,
That the Heir of the kingdom shall rise again amidst shadows and his just throne shall reclaim,
But it is not luxurious halls that are to generate this new flame, for he shall live through strife and dwell in huts among dishevelled ways.

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