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Walküre:
Release us from such fear


Release us from fear,
Empress of Light,
Crafter of hope,
Where there was none,
Indeed, since the dawn of the earth,
You any evil have loathed,
Its path you hindered,
As hindered was the one of the Archangels,
The worst wound you have taken,
In seeing your erstwhile Lamps crumbling.

Nay, you were not to lose hope,
To forswear the cause,
Ruin you mended,
Good was made anew,
From the ashes of failure,
So that the Evil was not to win,
Except for the illusion of sham victory,
The Enemy will never learn,
Bridges he may burn,
But never shall our faith in the divine potency perish.

Walküre:
Conjuring nightmares


How hast thou fallen so low?
Destructor of symmetry, herald of woe,
Conjuring nightmares, in the hour of midnight,
When the ghoul cometh forth, after lurking in twilight.

Walküre:
Sun flare


Sun flare that breaks the night,
Blessing and sacred gift in the midst of such tremendous fight,
The sleepy spirit you shall kindle and awaken,
Shadows will stagger and retreat, which once reigned on lands forsaken.

That is of the Angels the imperative word,
At the behest of the King, Cloud-leader and magnanimous lord,
To give light to a scattered realm, frozen by ice and burnt by fire,
To counter the rule of a vicious monarch, cursed and ever-known as liar.

Walküre:
Delicate


Delicate is the equilibrium prior to the storm,
Such that feeble gust might make for terrible tempest,
Much apprehension fills the air,
With tension, a strange vibe all pervades,
Other troubles ahead, or even worse than mere skirmishes,
What if it were something wider?
In the broad world, where the bad may at any time befall,
Delicate is the sentiment of Men,
Who do not desire great harm or past threats to awaken again,
Delicate is this earth, upset and dishevelled, still harbouring good and thus dreading conflict.

Walküre:
Treason will meet chains


No piety for the ruthless,
No mercy for such malice, unjust and senseless,
No beatitude for the traitor, even though he asks for pardon and wails,
No amnesty, as is the case for whom is kept in our gaols.

One may see the one-time cruel king,
Often were we to recall his crime and the gruesome deeds sing,
Treason will meet chains, without pity,
Be this the order, from the mouth of the true monarch, miraculous and mighty.

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