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Antique Lyrics of Arda

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Walküre:
BILBO, WHERE ART THOU?



--- Zitat ---Old adventurous traveller, where hast thou been thus far?
Much hope I that absence is due to no wound or scar,
It were joy to welcome the famed squire back to his court,
If thou be'st to enter anew the green Shire, as guest wanted and worth.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
Darkness, avaunt!

King Théoden addresses his opponents before the gates of Minas Tirith.



--- Zitat ---Darkness, avaunt!
On my path shalt thou find no quarter,
So in the rear as in the front,
Of this my rider-host, for the gallant shan't falter.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
BETRAYAL



--- Zitat ---Finally, it betrayed his hand,
At wit's end, while seeking shelter,
In the cold and treacherous waters of the river,
Gloomy shores, abounding of sorrow,
It availed nothing, alas,
Malice had already plotted its early release,
From the firm finger of the poor king,
Whence the golden Ring slipped,
Giving way to the ruthless volley of the Orcs,
Leading a noble to his impious doom and our story to excruciating protraction.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
THE BROKEN YOKE (I)



--- Zitat ---Inside hell I found myself, trapped by rusty iron and fell fire,
Good Lords of the Sunset, I would I had not forsaken your merry shire,
An evil yoke keepeth me bowed and hopeless,
I have lost memory of fond friends, glorious sires and gentleness.

Good Lords, this my soul beggeth your pardon, conquered and weak,
Now is my blood running livid and thick,
End may be near, perhaps, and thus I send you the wish,
For a soon return to your realm, loose from chains and evil leash.
--- Ende Zitat ---


A heartfelt plea from a captive of Morgoth. A Noldo, caged in the horrible dungeons of Angband. Despite approaching death, he prays for the mercy of the Lords of the Sunset; the Archangels ruling over the lands lying in the westernmost continent (as the title says, where the sun sets and 'dies').

A brief grammatical note: 'I would I were...' is the archaic version of 'I wish I were...'.

Walküre:
THE BROKEN YOKE (II)



--- Zitat ---Storms loom over the northern skies, I may sense,
Ensemble of hatred and tyranny, darker than hopeless nights and dense,
The Fell Vala shall shatter Arda's roots in rage,
Summoning his black vastness of slaves to assault the Good and war wage.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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