Antique Lyrics of Arda

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Caught in between


Caught in between the flames of war, shall innocent peasants find themselves,
It is as repugnant as the sick venom of treachery, for it runs fast and deep delves,
It runs among peoples and disrupt the peace, achieved through toil,
Mercy shall not spare whom does not act, for the battle is matter of survival and defence of soil.

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Pure melody, along the white-crystal halls


Great choirs assemble and gather in the heart of rule,
Your loyal servants, ever-joyful and secure,
Atop the highest peak,
Peak of dreadful sharpness and forbidden paths,
Not at its apex, we must tell,
It is the seat of power, and of law which governs all,
Sat on their diamond-carved thrones,
They pierce the veil of disguise,
As they behold events unfold and every plea come to their ear,
Most of what is they know, as whispers the wind carries and mighty winged creatures carry them too.

The King and the Queen,
Highest of all,
Imperial order is inexorable command,
An act for the sake of Good,
Such is the sanctity of their will,
Monarchs of Arda,
Whose realm none may question,
If not for rebellious foes,
Who since the founding of reality have battled,
They now lie afar and banished from this world.

Great choirs assemble and are to perform,
To sing well the just cause of all,
You do have guests before your majesty, immense and never-flawed,
Fair guests to whom such palace is dearest among all other halls,
They have chosen residence in these white-crystal ways,
Among the Children they are counted,
They dwell in merriment with your Angels,
Here, at the acme of bliss,
Oldest of the Elven kind,
Kindred souls, when compared to the holy kin.

They rejoice indeed at songs,
Songs sung by singers, in fashion of words,
Tales that were,
Murmurs of a present which is almost unfelt,
Embalmed in the joy of Valinórë,
In which naught is to perish,
Where none is to pass away,
Whither the path of the Immortals is to end, in fortune,
May they compose the finest lay,
Gift for the Rulers, homage worthy, beyond gems and gold.

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Neutral side, foolish thinking


Neutral stance, it won't give safe shelter,
Nor are you to be spared from the slaughter, as the pillars of quietness begin to falter,
Awake you should be, for from your solace shall you be woken,
It is a destructive wind, ruthless, raging the war for the vilest token.

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Delusional foe


I call you for who you are,
Delusional foe without resemblance of valour or virtue,
Fire you enjoy spreading,
Unrest you find pleasant to stir,
In the cunning manner, behind known notice,
Disregarding other bonds of profound allegiance,
You are to be held accountable,
May you know, there will be for you an ultimate clash to face,
In the moment of doom,
You shall find the finest adversary hindering your path of misery.

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Two-faced envy


They envy each other,
Two kinds of the same love,
Alas, who would ever harbour such longing towards a brother?
One is plagued by illness and from the world sadly parts, whereas the other endures unto the last sunset of the earth, bearing the burden of time, as long as all continues being below and above.

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Erasure

All that is stained,
All which is dark,
All that lives without piety and mercy,
All that love has never known.

Why does such a world deserve to be given the privilege of doubt?
Allowing the illness to foster and garner vicious clout,
We shall be remitting fate in its hands, clear from flaw,
Only the One may erase any fault, in time not yet foretold, once it is set to leave its timeless dwelling, there, where the sole rule is law.

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Soon shall you see


Why do you weep?
We are crossing the route of the blue, wide and deep,
A leap across the sea,
You stand with us, as accepted was your plea.

The worst burden was appointed to you,
Yet unforeseen courage has eventually led your path, force unknown and new,
All that is grievous will pass away,
Within the domain of the Archangels, whose bright land is told only by speech or old lay.

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Fairest of all


I beheld thee, beside thy King,
Our King too, leader of clouds and mighty wing,
Thou art light along this pearl-made seat,
Fairest of all, we sing for you tales of valour and wit.

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Bearer of worries


Broad heaven, you are crying in anger,
Fury makes you dim and menacing,
Fear you bring from a remote end,
I sense, something infuriates from afar,
Naught good nor well-boding,
For us, mere dwellers of the world,
Who just long for quiet life, away from the trouble,
Chaos that turns around and is made spread,
With an intent in mind, and it's an evil one,
You bear worries and dread.

What shall be of us into the approaching storm?

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Seed of hope


Seed of hope, atop the marble, now disregarded,
Ever-silent yet guarded,
In hopes that tide shall turn,
As shadow advances and Men anew glory yearn.

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So low


So low, we have descended,
Along a path paved with thorns,
We should have known,
Indeed, we were exactly told,
History is a wheel,
It never ceases its turning,
And turn it is made by incredible forces,
Alas, most of the times it is wicked ones,
Mayhem they wish to propagate,
Bitter, this is the fate.

Fate we shall all face, regardless of taste,
So low, the morale of one-time warriors,
Bent by cold winters and ardent noon,
Waiting for a foe who keeps his doing hidden,
Waiting for ruin to come swiftly,
Ruin which lurks in the dark, instead,
Not prepared yet,
To manifest the obscure intent,
That hour is quite far, for now,
When hope is to turn in feeble candle, on the edge and dim.

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World of night

The Sun moves to the far West of the world, bound to end its daily route and rest, leaving Middle-earth at the mercy of doubt, if not for ancient lamps that ever in the night shine of starlight, bearing the testimony of ancient ages before.


Your lamp went away,
This the inevitable cycle,
Determined and by your grace decreed,
Light left space for a thick night.

A world of night,
In which dwell night-mares and snares,
Pray, let us not forget us, we beg,
May your deeds give us comfort and darkness pierce, as that was always since the dawn of things.

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A mere blink of an eye, fool!


Fool! You dare deem us the least,
Yet, naught of what is your knowledge is true,
You came here, inside my halls,
Within my kingdom, you have entered it,
These green paths are my government,
And so is anything breathing life under the stone,
Aye, you did not expect the sudden coming of guards,
And I blame you not, for long have near woods lived under the menace of terror,
There is something evil, should one go south,
A poison fostering in the indifference of the most.

It has commenced its deadly advancing,
So that leaves began to wither in silence,
While horrid beasts crawled and slithered beneath our notice,
I suspect there might be more,
As a riddle in the dark which bears ill tidings,
Saw you the guarded ways of this realm?
Sealed it shall remain, with none entering or leaving,
If such is your disrespectful mood,
You can stay here and rot, caged in my gaols,
One hundred years is a mere blink in the life of Immortals and patience never have I fallen short of.

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With thy touch them madest thou secure


The Smith was always wary of anyone admiring his craft,
The legend of our days, three great stars, forged by Elven hands,
They harboured memory of supreme note, which is now no more,
They kept the testimony of the Noon, during the spring of our times in the bliss.

The Smith grew proud of his deed, too much for a paradise, blessed and lit,
One there might have been, he thought, who the finest of my art shall dare steal,
Nonetheless, discord was not among the young Firstborns yet, and so he used to show his treasure for the merriment of all,
Thou, our fair Queen, with thy touch them madest thou secure, and any fell hand seeking possession of the Jewels would then be to burn and endure of destiny the terrible curse.

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Your oath will be true


Along the many burdens of the journey you may lose faith in the task,
For the purpose is the most contingent in this world, and never has much depended on so few,
Indeed, the road gets perilous and deadly as you are to get closer to the lands of utter wilderness,
It is the path you have set yourselves on, for the sake of what is decent upon this scattered world,
Woes you shall suffer and the worst misfortune is likely to hinder the voyage to hell,
In the midst of ash and venom, treading the ways of the Evil infesting this continent,
War is coming and all will reach, strangle and capture, unless valiant swords are wielded and shields defend the borders of our right,
The right to better our dwellings, enjoy the flavour of freedom and decide which destiny ought to be ours,
May you trust the bonds tying your goal together and we pray that luck you in no way will forsake,
We fear that the unity of your Fellowship shall be broken, soon, while your enemies get bolder and fouler, although the flame will not wear out so easily, provided that your oath is true.