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Walküre:
Shut the gate must remain


Shut the gate must remain, brave guard of the City, for the outer nightmares had better be left out from the kingdom's heart,
The malicious eyes of the Enemy stare at you and crave the utter ruin of this last defence of ours, and the debris of this mighty country would be ominous symbol of worse evils,
Of total defeat, to be honest, should the shield be shattered and finally broken apart, and if the walls protecting us were to fall, unimaginable disaster would be the lapidary end of a sorrowful tale,
Keep the gate now and do not dread the schemes of the adversary, because very little time to think you are to be given, when hordes swarm through the breached door and horrible maces make way amidst our ranks, carried by monstrous hands that reside in the darkest lairs of the earth.

Walküre:
Spies, murmuring and patrolling the air


Beware, gentle people of the Shire, the skies above our heads are no longer peaceful and attended by the joys of nature,
Now shall you hear the horrid cry of dreadful creatures assembling through the air, ill emissaries of woes and future unrest,
Clouds of obscure omens, for the door has been left ajar, enough for wicked forces to enter the lands that were bathing in light,
Spies, they are spies at the service of the wizard, hidden inside his ring of walls, reporting news of anything that happens abroad, longing the mage for precious information about the artefact haunting his dreams.

Walküre:
Descending the dense darkness


Joining a design greater than me, surpassing the wishes and thoughts of my forebears,
Resolute to succeed, indeed, yet bound to tread hostile regions and deep lairs,
Home to repugnant kinds of all that is gruesome and vicious,
I will be descending the dense darkness of our grim times, for the sake of love and what we deem precious.

Walküre:
There is darkness before the dawn


Gracious soul, there is darkness before the dawn and tribulation prior to the disclosure of the time to be,
Amidst shadows you are probably to wander and you shall wander alone, bearing the stigmas that the task entails,
Through sunset, dying my Sun, twilight, thick night and unto the appearance of the kind companion of obscurity, when the gentle Moon is not made pale by woeful art or unfavourable weather,
And once desolation is finally passed, there you behold the birth of the new day, rising in the firmament and welcomed by jubilation across grievous domains.

Walküre:
Boiling in anger


Boiling in anger he must be, on the horizon, for all to see,
Infuriating the skies in the furthest East, as the broken host of the fallen wizard is made flee,
The Great Eye stares at his failure and plans cruel revenge, in the way that pleases his tyrannical mood,
Realm of marble, the violent strike is to hit hard and sudden, yearning that evil intelligence the burning of stone, green and wood.

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