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Walküre:
You could not gaze into such void


Misadventure of terrible kind,
Was the sudden strike of the Monster,
Foul beyond recognition,
Auxiliary of unknown prowess,
Mightiest among the other devils,
Less than him, though,
For of one sole was the disgraceful proposition,
To kill the ever-lasting noon,
None could foretell or counter,
Thick darkness descended upon all and into that hateful void you could not gaze.

Walküre:
Pride and many other sins


Pride and many other sins,
Stain and shame of human lore, that it seems,
Nine were the Rings endowed with might,
They took all without wit, deeming it right.

Pride and torture them awaited,
Untold consequence and cost not stated,
Crowns turned into nasty collars, testimony of prison,
A new master they are bound to, as slaves, without liberty of judgement or reason.

Walküre:
Queen of the heavens, help us


Star-kindler, we need your help, among the ways of the continent there is a new threat arising in force, spreading ill sentiment and making peoples flee for their life,
The Evil came once again through the routes of the sky, we remember, welcomed by raging storms and the crying of beasts that knew what kind of entity had just found its way back,
He now sits on his iron throne, yet he's not alone in the pursuing of control over these shattered lands and of the deadliest minions he may dispose of,
Of whom one is horrid death for living life, hidden behind his tricks and snares, and behind voluble shapes terrorising the night, so that we are to ask for your mercy and grace, in order to lift the veil and lighten the field.

Walküre:
One day, I shall finally see


One day, I shall finally see,
After so much time, spent in vigilant nights, which never bent me,
While watching over the western end of an old world,
And weary and hesitant, looking forward to knowing how all was to unfold.

At the Havens of shelter, with the remnants of the Elven kin,
Towards the voyage, ever more, I lean,
Passing the waves, entering the bliss, into the West,
To see the fair Valië of our legends and to find definitive rest.

Walküre:
Gloomy as the night without stars


Gloomy as the night without stars,
Living by the day that fades and spirit mars,
What is to be for the immortal kind,
No escaping from the imminent choice, for a destination to find.

Where shall we go?
When magic will have vanished as it came, for which the Elda will moan,
And he will sing songs about regret in a continent that changed,
It did, just for the feeble ones to cope, and so causing the erstwhile tales to be waned.

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