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Walküre:
If I could be beside you


If I could be beside you, I would make you see the wonders that bewilder the eyes,
Eyes pale and dim, trapped in ignorance and serving a mind neither noble nor wise,
Take my hand and let yourself be led to the unstoppable stream of Middle-earth,
Electing the hazardous road of adventure, sometimes it is just choice and worth.

Walküre:
It is me who bore the brunt


It is me who bore the brunt,
My friend, the enemy being so willing us to hunt,
Together we parted from the solace of home,
Little did we know that we would get to journey much and around roam.

Pray, let us be strong, right and sure,
Our mission demands sacrifice and horrors to endure,
Do not be wary of it, companion of trust, never were you flawed or lame,
It is me who bore the brunt, indeed, yet your presence was needed as water to grow fair green and to kindle the flame.

Walküre:
Farewell to the passed being


May the passed being fare well,
The portrait of what was, remember we shall,
Much hath yet to befall within the ramparts of this kingdom,
Gone are the days of the Day that never ended, into the Lit Earldom.

I am to part from the past faults,
I am to make joy and success the finest treasure, out of all those tempestuous worlds,
I need not lament and despair, for my will is iron and the purest gem, being the sole thing that is to count,
Thou shalt behold my wellness and wilt do justly, being thy heart apt to endeavour for the duty noble and paramount.

Walküre:
Treacherous ways


Treacherous ways they are,
High and secluded, they lie afar,
Afar from the comfort of one's dwelling,
Away from safe paths, from whence very few may be falling.

It is the pass that wounds those mountains and paves the passage beyond,
The traveller quakes and loses faith in his aching spirit, treading frozen routes all along,
What if bad weather were a trick of some arcane witch-fare?
Resounding the impious voice of a wizard, stirring the rage of the peaks and preparing warfare.

Walküre:
May they be sound refuge during tempest


My lamps I set above,
Sign of warning and deep love,
The fortress of hope I was to found,
Rooted in heaven, still and profound,
Vast as the immensity across the limit,
Perilous ends and forbidden to the most, as we elected to prohibit,
You, wailing and suffering the bitter taste of life,
Look at the surmounting blue, driving off the strife,
That light is to be sound refuge during tempest,
Ready to take the decisive sigh, getting the battle closer, fiercest contest.

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