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Walküre:
Mind your case and repent, for there is still time


There is still time ahead and therefore you despair should not,
What is broken may often be mended for sure, with much wit and of wisdom a lot,
Faults might become fine experience and fortify one's spirit for the sake of a tougher test,
Be open to remedying, mirroring the just one who with idleness does not rest.

Walküre:
You can't be that old


You can't be that old, my lord, as your visage does not seem to have borne the burden of time and fierce your temperament ever appears, as does your will that never stumbles into trouble or wobbles in doubt,
Unless you are of the kind of those northern Men whom many recall in diverse tales, for an old legacy they still carry on and even enjoy a past gift of the most prodigious sort, living longer than mere kindred mortals and being used to the wildest side of life, among woods and dishevelled ways.

Walküre:
I shall not falter


I shall not falter, I can assure,
Be certain of such promise and sure,
Sure as the light of my lamps that never has failed,
At the dawn of time them I laid.

I shall not flinch from my duty, I decree,
Those who hate our cause are to regret and flee,
Any soul worrying in toil, me as his keeper ever he has,
Now, gaze at my deeds and don't relinquish faith, as this your Queen orders and says.

Walküre:
The reason of our pain


The reason of our pain we may not know,
Not now, with events unfolding and time never halting its flow,
It is not for us to grasp the real purpose of our plight,
Sad fate is ours, common to all Men who live and then disappear in a rapid flight.

They say that just reward is to await the final demise,
Despairing is vain effort, being our spirit set to descend and arise,
Within the halls of the Judge, where the Weaver sews stories of might, in the solitude of the far West, silent and grey,
Voices tell that mortal ones are not to linger there for long, for we shall take another path whose destination none of our ways fathom may.

Walküre:
The void in me


The void in me consuming all,
Guided it has my will to linger still and make anything radiant fall,
Unknown force which lit hope devours,
Merriment quickly leaves space for sudden despair, and moments of jubilation eventually become for the Good grievous hours.

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