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Walküre:
Sayings of Stars (VII)


Thou and thy star,
That naught shall mar,
Bright thou makest from dim,
Beacon in the void, sidereal stream.

Thy radiance, source of life,
Thee we love, of the King the wife,
Clothed in holy white,
Thou, Empress of Light.

Walküre:
That Dwarf-lord


That choleric Dwarf-lord,
Rude speech, but commanding word,
Much he loves in his stone-halls to dine,
His army is a whole fortress, ordered in line.

Afar lies his throne, whence he departs to seek more,
Along hills, rich of ore,
'Iron-foot' they call him in tales, sung and fairly made,
Iron he bears indeed, by which his foes are slain, deadly fiery blade.

Walküre:
Whispering to the wind


May the swift wind carry my sorrow, to Elf, Dwarf and Man,
How fell all, I wonder? And when?
Woes to you, Sorcerer-king, who made ruins of the kingdom of mine,
Now naught shall ever be good nor fine,
The coming of ice to inglorious demise has led,
Recalled in terror and utmost dread,
The North is no more, but few wasted plains and dark,
So different from the original vision, so stark!
Old tower, crafted as shield, you guard silence, solitary and lone,
Scattered stone, remnants of might, of Westerners the forsaken bone.

Walküre:
Sayings of Stars (VIII)


Thou mayest us hearken to, high and low,
Atop the apex, inside paradise, whence light shall come and glow,
Never wilt thou forsake the fight,
Varda, magnificent prodigy, lest it be to bode ill for the Good's right.

Walküre:
Being late for meal


Nay, one shall never miss his meal,
Joy that fills and renews will,
Leaving the common road, for uncertain future,
Daring the evils of the world and nature.

Aye, listen to me, and may you give truce to ardent dreams,
Rewarded shall be the one who home sound deems,
Wasting no time in games, silly and mind-fizzing,
Wrong desires, which come and go, vanishing and hence whizzing.

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