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Walküre:
LIVING AS A TOOL



--- Zitat ---To chains bound,
Until sad demise him will have found,
That is the life of the slave, living in fear,
No time to rest, no moment for shedding a tear.

Lucky is he who stands freely, even the fool,
Neither a prisoner nor a tool,
Vile minds plot in secret, war shall take us all,
May it be that the vanquished retrieves a new hope, nourished by justice and yearning to bring about the Evil's fall.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
SHARPEST SPEAR



--- Zitat ---Through them hast thou seen,
Eä in its prime, prior to all which hath been,
Thy hands placed those radiant bastions in the vast sky,
Where they are and forever shall lie.

Magnificent wonder,
Roaming infinity, hither and yonder,
Through them gaze we at the Might, plain and sheer,
Brighter than thy own lamps, the sharpest spear.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
A SORCERER



--- Zitat ---Away from the Black Tower, lest it mean harm,
There dwells magic and eerie riddles, veiled by such great a charm,
Nay, 'tis not fiend, ghost, master of necromancy or witch,
A grand sorcerer, revered by folks, versed with machines and moving speech.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
BARE BONES



--- Zitat ---Painful the sight of ruin, scattered pieces of glory,
What was of the ruling realm of the North,
Home to valiant knights and no less gallant a king,
The king of Men, prime crown of Middle-earth,
Ice and snow were seldom nice companions through the passing years,
They knew the nightmare was somehow persisting still, hidden somewhere,
An ancient malaise, buried under the frosted peaks,
An evil kingdom, seeking the hour of uprising,
So far was the age of the first monarch of those boreal ends,
The faithful, the loyal, the kind-hearted fellow of the immortal brethren.

His life was spared from utter demise,
From the tragic fall of their nigh-omnipotent empire,
The five-pointed isle lay once in the middle of the broad ocean,
Every tide would bring their vessels hither and thither,
Ere they dared the unnamable, seditious and won by sheer ambition,
Northern bastion, behold the doom befallen!
Who shall ever deem oneself safe behind your marble?
Rebellion raided the common wealth of peace, until war broke you asunder,
Your vile foe was awaiting in silence,
Very little of the remnants could ever make the wanderer guess your lost might, unless foreign eyes be keen and through those sombre bare bones see.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
THE WARMEST SUN



--- Zitat ---In the saving guise of the warmest sun,
Which heats the shire whilst fierce steeds run,
They run free, along no merry kingdom but a pale land,
Forsaken and cursed, resembling that far earldom in the South, buried in the sand,
Lawless vastness, haunted by foul demons,
Thence nought may be certain to come that is conceived with sound reasons,
A devil did truly seize this our heath, my fellow friends,
One disguising his true intent, his wicked well-kept ends,
The horse-crown quails, recoiling before such evil,
May it be that a fine auxiliary shall come for the rescue, waking a mind driven to folly and grown feeble.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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