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Walküre:
He came and green withered


He came, once, unseen,
The wiseman said it was woe brought by our sin,
To punish whom had been chained by greed,
Vile and wicked, not to be freed.

Incorrect words, I would say,
For justice comes rarely in such a guise, as breezing chill which kills anything green and devours hay,
Product of our toil, mocked and slain by thick ice,
When fell cold took our lands, at the command of a cruel rule, reign of chaos and vice.

Walküre:
I dreamt and longed for


I saw it mine,
Sound and fine,
Final gift,
One that even stone may lift,
Beacon of hope, I thought,
After the battle that I fought,
Goal and my desire,
Gently begged, as the old sire,
Alas, that was not be,
Not something all were to see.

Why does the Sun die?
Beyond the horizon, where marvel is said to lie,
Marvel and pearl beyond the waves,
We behold light that fades,
Across the western ends,
Where all mends,
We believe, told by tales,
Seas untainted, populated by whales,
I dreamt and longed for peace, on serenity keen,
Marble and stone, may they find rest, one day, without sin.


A passing monarch of Gondor entrusts his last words to his people.

Walküre:
Forsaken you are not


Forsaken you are not and never should one feel left and deprived of hope,
For hope nourishes you in ways that are for the most unknown,
Ways which even the loyal Angel may not comprehend,
Complete science of things was not granted and in no way will it be.

The One knows all,
Being its dear Plan its own thought,
Vision which we shared, in the primeval hour,
We did share a glance and enough it was.

I hear your pleas and beside the vexed I have ever stood,
Next to your king, the King of Arda,
I am the Queen of the Hallowed Fields, Varda,
The spirit of endurance I send you, so that it brings light to empty void and kindles the mood.

Walküre:
Crying against the abyss of silence


I cried against the abyss of silence,
Seeking response, as the philosopher with his lens,
It could not be, not within glory,
How could the fortress fall, in such a fury?
I cried again, hoping to hear life in the dark,
But death ruled over all, and it was stark,
Only corpses hidden by dense dust,
Impious end for such dwellers, being ruin fast,
Those mines serve other masters now, or none at all,
Hold your mouth and keep it shut, for there is naught decent to call.

Walküre:
Until valiant souls guard its halls


Thunder may rumble from afar and lightning the heavens wound,
For ill storm cometh, to wreak havoc and reap what was woefully sown,
The stronghold shall not break, however, until valiant souls guard its halls and from evil the door keep shut,
Until our heart is to make for a fortress that menace doth not fear nor bow to.

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