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Antique Lyrics of Arda

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Walküre:
What will be of the Eldar in the disenchanted Middle-earth?


The Third Age clear from snares and pain might be,
Yet much turned grey or slowly withers,
As time for us a grave burden became,
And so the old western woods we shall go past, unto the hidden Havens that on mortal ends lie.

Walküre:
War in the North: the gathering of shadows.


Ice and thick snow had in fact there become a familiar sight,
Yet a fell might was behind that menacing cold,
Along with foul beasts of any sort,
Of which hordes from any pit or cavern come forth.

Walküre:
The Vanyar and their sacred dwellings.


We dwell on the slopes of the Holy Mountain of Aman,
And our High King is beside the two monarchs of Arda,
Manwë, solemn king, thy majesty over lands ruleth,
And Varda, fair queen, thou every plea and prayer wilt hearken.

Walküre:
Solace and resting throughout the fields of Valinor.


Much rest and peace in the blessed plains,
Among the immortal kind and content souls.

Walküre:
The mother of the most ardent spirit.


The mother of the most ardent spirit in the gardens of Lórien once lay,
Her soul consumed and strength waned, until she over the gates of mortality passed.

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