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Walküre:
Towers on the edge


Past those old branches and thick woods,
Past the Shire and its amicable dwellings,
Past the joyful western routes, in which pleasure is still, to travel and journey,
Past the wild regions, loose and odd,
Past the woes and perils, sadly common in recent days,
There is a way that leads beyond worry,
Trodden by companies of silent pilgrims, fair and pious,
Of the immortal kind and they sing songs of old,
Of how the world was merry and bright,
They head to towers on the edge, gazing at the horizon of the western sea.

Whither they go, very few know,
They pass our mortal ways, as though they bore much grief,
But a mournful lot they are not, however,
For pain and toil they leave behind,
And they chant about wishes of happiness, soon to come,
Away from agony and pending demise,
Directed to secretive havens, older than most of current kingdoms,
Whence they are to part,
Journeying through the wavering tides,
Across which ever-green fields await them and divine might.

Walküre:
DISMAY AND SORROW

--- Zitat ---Hither shalt thou bring of Arda the sorrow,
Thou dost just for the memory of tomorrow,
And also the woes and wounds of our time, and profound dismay,
Do not dread unjust evil or envy, and may endurance be borne through thy lay.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
Keep the bridge and that ought to suffice


Look further, at the vexed borders of our law,
There are many, in the guise of the beast that is about to roar,
Many who wish death and the sword to draw,
No matter, we shall keep the door.

Soldier, thrown into the perilous waste of war,
It's time to hold the flood back, worsening our fate,
Shall it be fangs or horrid claws? Whatever aims to pass the gate, raging more and more,
In our land of marble we say, that sudden aid is neither ill nor late.

Walküre:
Fly now, patrol the ether and its walls!


Deeds of legend and foreseen hope,
You have finally made it to the immortal shore,
Mariner, of grand hazard your journey was,
Indeed, hostile tides just had to concede,
Bearing you the light we all long in Aman,
Lost and poisoned by malice,
That jewel has paved the way through obscure routes,
And my spells it has defied,
You need not dread punishment,
The Valar were awaiting your coming here, turning point of destiny.

We are to hearken to your plea,
Aid we shall give to whom is in dire trouble,
The moment is just to end the darkness choking the world,
For the sake of both kinds,
The one who lives in eternity, until Arda will do too,
Black Heart, you shall face fury and mayhem,
You, legend of our times,
Aboard your mighty vessel your mission continues,
I shall give magic to its wooden soul and my spell will drive its colours,
Fly now, patrol the ether and its walls!

Walküre:
Magic is might and burden


GALADRIEL: Dismay and sorrow I have come to know,
Stain on glory, prowess, fall and triumph,
I drank from the cordial of grief in equal manner,
Sour taste, one that mars and stirs discord,
One that tears good apart and sows evil,
It stole the light of the Eternal Day,
Under whose rays I was born,
Within the sunny country of the Archangels,
This is ancestral lore of Arda, unknown to the most,
The witless mind would lose itself in such mazes, before such portrait.

Choir of Elves: Injustice and menace,
Curses and sins,
Clear from any plague,
In the land of Lórien,
Where naught decays.

G: To the shores of the suffering,
Grey shelter,
Cold harbour for the exiled,
Action was not possible without a toll,
To detach from the bliss,
To disobey divine wisdom,
We had to chase our foe,
Unto the ends of the world,
Retribution we needed and yearned,
My beloved ones, whom in great affection hold, did not last to see the end of the strife.

Choir: Alas, many woes and terrible loss,
She mourned, in centuries,
Borne with unfaltering defiance,
She hopes,
Her they await across the sea.

G: There, I met also love,
Attending the court of a thousand-year kingdom,
Greeted by the Silver Monarch,
One of those princes was to be my fate,
Together, we would go through the tides of the ages,
All was bound to perish, however,
Those jewels of incredible potency,
From whence all had beginning,
Brought about ruin and flames,
To my majestic mentor, of the kind of the Angels from paradise, farewell I bade.

Choir: War of wrath and justice,
The West such plight forsook not,
The emissary spoke at the behest of the two kinds,
A holy host sailed from the realm of the Powers,
Aid was given and for the Iron Crown was tragic epilogue.

G: Malice was not late to return,
One of the devils of the first Dark Lord,
Versed in treachery and illusion,
Minds he trapped in his snare,
A one-time empire crumbled overnight, for the pride emperor longed for the endless life under the heavens of Eä,
The earth was broken and shaped anew,
The nightmare of the tale had crafted artefacts of doom,
Rings of Power to be gifted to each lord and people,
The Eldar were sole and lone, seeing past the demon's true will,
The others understood not, seeking fame and rule, destined to turn into chained slaves.

Choir: For the sake of all,
Three Rings saw light without the atavistic vice,
Secure and sound in the hands of the Wise,
A last alliance was made, to undo the yoke of darkness,
The High King found sad demise and the line of Númenor wept its king.

G: Middle-earth lies not,
At the twilight of the third era,
Much has changed and shadows awaken from unseen pits,
Battle ignites a soil grown used to peace,
It is the closing chapter, as marvel from reality fades and vanishes,
The One Ring was retrieved from water and its master wants his craft back,
The wellness of the Golden Wood might be to cease, be it triumph or defeat,
Pray, may the valour of our bows be enough for the task,
But the shield of Lothlórien is me and I am its walls, not willing to give our green temple away,
Fool adversary, magic is might, and should you try to play with the arcane arts, I shall give minstrels much to sing about in epic lays.

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