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Walküre:
Lance of starlight


Lance of starlight, herald of radiance,
Kindred hearts thou makest full of endurance,
Nourishing the flame of courage, never-ending as the daydream,
It is with valour that the pages of this story were written, being it the course of the stream,
Stream of events, which fate was, alas, to scatter and mar,
Buried in the immortal memory, deep and far,
The foundations of this ancient temple lie beneath, sunk in the water, whose tale ye sang,
Singing doth justice, verily, recalling the hour when the bell for the Noldo rang,
High King, stick to thy task and may luck thee never fail,
Lest the world mourn the loss and for ruin wail.

Lance of starlight, pierce the dark and foul tricks tear apart, raging as thunder that gloweth thither and yonder.

Walküre:
We shall not have peace


We shall not have peace, as if a truce could come out of treason,
Not when you still lie in the shadow, consumed by remorse and planning tricks with clear reason,
Once, you were bright once, one of the guardians of this world's order,
Or pure you never have been, if mayhem was your true desire, so that of malice you became the moulder.

Walküre:
Roaming through fire and ash


It will not end in joyful chanting,
Not this time, my friend,
You've carried me so far, unto plague and hell,
We are to conclude the quest, finally.

We are to put an end to the shared suffering,
Roaming through fire and ash, to make it a good end,
The Dark Lord shall fall under the weight of his own pride, and so will their minions horrid and fell,
Where we are to head, I do not know, but certain I am of the outcome, that a new day shall rise in a liberated world, eventually.

Walküre:
Not in an era


It has not befallen in an era,
My slender visitors,
That the woods would be woken,
Such thing we foresaw not,
Yet, the time calls for the aid of old spirits,
In the hour when all grows fast,
When peoples seem to forget the green needing time,
We shall partake in the folly of this age,
I too shall lead my kindred ones to war,
Branches and roots demand revenge, against a wizard who better should know.

Walküre:
I feel it in the water...


I feel it in the water, and in the air, clear as never it has been, as a menacing shadow that is being cast on hard-fought peace,
The world may not lie to me and never it did, sensing the coming of unrest getting near,
Do not think it is to be minor skirmishes for the sport of few lords, for that it will not be,
A major malice is fostering across the perilous ways of the earth, unseen, for now, and hesitant to manifest its real intent yet.

Pawns are being moved, at the command of the revenant threat, longing him to embrace this continent with a new perennial night.

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