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Walküre:
A cold shelter


A warm home was not, in truth,
It seemed to be the proper soil to plan new adventures in,
Adventures of might, valour and glory,
There was glory and valour,
All was to be mingled with the grievous taste of sorrow, however,
The quest had a price which each hero would be to pay,
Death an enormous toll of unbearable weight,
Bent was the suffering back of the Noldo,
Who never thought to kneel or bow, nevertheless,
Ambition left space for survival, the shelter got cold and hostile.

Walküre:
Resentment of old


A pale shade of brightness in the abyss,
Dungeons and deep stairs, such that captives them do not miss,
Witchcraft has taken over the place, amassed by a force wild and raw,
Mind that plans, unbeknownst to the most, willing to stir terror and woes sow.

Beware, sorcerer of ill fortune, and may you fear those powers that order keep,
Those who do not kneel, nor are they ruled by your nasty whip,
A pale shade of brightness it might be, yet resolute to do justly and contest the fire,
Your evil means, which burns wood and chokes the air, letting ash carry the false speech of a great liar.

Walküre:
Buried deep, we hope


Away from the kind remembrance of ours,
Far in entombed memory, the vision of great fires,
A world in trouble, the thunder rumbles,
Ancient order, built and kept well, which now miserably crumbles,
Why does the marred have to come back? Why?
So common, yet hard to grasp, as birds that fly,
We hope that unrest will never pave its way again,
Into the present that we cherish, whose new day just began.

Walküre:
Crowned by light


Hail the newly-found king and behold!
The hero of the age, heir to a throne of old,
He shall rule over marble and stone, restoring our might,
He was crowned by an emissary of hope, clothed with pure brightness and light.

Walküre:
Life you gave


Life you gave within that forbidden wall,
Shield of that joy, kept sound, away from lands in wicked thrall,
Life you gave to those vast plains, soon to be harbours of everlasting green and wheat,
There, in your Immaculate Reign, where one sings joyfully the realm that was made lit.

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