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Walküre:
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.

Walküre:
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.

Walküre:
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.

Walküre:
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.

Walküre:
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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