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Walküre:
Let us go and fix it


Let us go and fix the broken portrait,
Of a land, unrecognisable and changed,
Too much it had to undergo, tortured in flames,
Under the harsh rule of a cruel king,
Escaped from a prison lying across the horizon of mortal sight,
Of much unrest he had been cause and primary root, succeeding in his secretive plan,
The proud court was led to the sorrowful shores of a stranger continent,
There, they fought and battled well, blossoming the flower of the Eldar among unspeakable misadventures,
Yet splendour was not to last in the shires of the exile,
The Judge had prophesied, that naught that was crafted by exiled hand would resist the ending of that age.

Mighty clashes all over that marred place, mingling triumph with sorrow and pain,
Pearl-made towers were torn down in ruin, either by malice or disgraceful rivalry,
Valiant kings lay dead and vanquished, overcome by the enemy,
Relentless opponent that never had had any rest,
Secluded in his chambers of iron, carved into the cold stone of those forgotten northernmost ends,
Until hope came again, but only when it had been pleaded on behalf of the two races,
We were freed from tyranny, at last, at wit's end,
Many of the countries that were sank under the waves of the sea,
We have now been entrusted a renewed world, precarious yet free, ready to be made fair again with the arts we have knowledge of, before peril creeps out another time in the tale.

Walküre:
I looked into your future and I saw death


I looked into the future and I saw death,
In guise of withered trees that took away my breath,
Under a pale night without stars, there you shall dwell,
At the time of sad departure, once your love has lived long and well.

The fading age will be the gloomy epilogue of your staying,
Sorrow is to consume you, daughter on the verge to wane,
I shall bear memory of you in my dreams beyond these shores, grey,
We will not meet each other again, not prior to the End which only very few foresee may.

Walküre:
I'm beside thee, do not forget


Ever shall I rest beside thee,
An oath so clear to see,
Canst thou gaze at the hope I placed above?
It is pure memory of light and love.

The wailing one hath much toil to bear,
His loyalty, undaunted, cost strife and grief to swear,
I am beside thee, in the midst of thy mere doing,
To safeguard is my blessing meant, from utter terror and hopeless ruin.


'Mere doing' refers to the common activity of the humble man, but also, in a wider perspective, to the general existence of Men, who are the first to suffer and endure the harshness of their mortal condition.

Walküre:
The chain undone


Undone is the chain,
A joyful world, in the main,
Thou needest not fear trouble, having faded the implacable pain,
The deeds of our saviours, thou wilt surely sing them fain.


Morgoth has been thrown off from his iron throne of terror and desolation. The agonising people of Beleriand may rejoice and be content with the final chapter of those unceasing wars. All those deeds, be the subject honour or crime, shall forever live in the tales of Arda, meant to reignite the strife of those far days and to serve as testimony of the immense death toll that the crude conflict demanded. Tragedy, sung and told via speech or chanted word.

Walküre:
You shall not give in, at the slopes of doom


Gallant friend, servant of immense fortitude,
It is time to carry the burden of your kind master, to ease his solitude,
Climbing the slopes of that dreadful chasm of fire,
Behold my craft, still and eternal in the sky, for beauty is still and the way remains open for the good sire.

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