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Walküre:
RED TIDE



--- Zitat ---Before the one-time innocent gaze,
Trapped in vendetta's inextricable maze,
Lies a horrid red tide,
Tainting the Harbour of Swans, festering wide,
Lone corpses float and sink in the livid waves,
Struck by carnage, about to grow furious in sudden blaze,
Ossë, Storm-lord whom we pray,
Thee invoke we, to provide justness in this vile lay,
Thou, cast thy tempest upon the faithless brethren,
For the woes of the cursed, for the grimmest future to threaten.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
THE BROKEN YOKE (IV)



--- Zitat ---Shock and thunder, unto the very root of the earth,
Signs of the last clash of all, for the sake of all which fighting is verily worth,
Sudden clamour from above, I sense,
Fire hath reached the vast halls of the sky, fiend-like and dense,
Then, a flying demon fell, whose ruin upon the volcano was smitten,
War was won, freeing our wailing lands, sorrow-ridden,
The Iron Gates bowed and broke before thee, celestial commander,
Chants of victory descend into the hopeless gaol of this age, and ever throughout those woeful pits they meander,
Friendly hands liberate the exhausted prison of my soul, reviving the spirit that my heart woke,
Undoing malevolent chains, vanquished heirlooms of this broken yoke.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
A WARM FIRE



--- Zitat ---When the road gets tough and dim,
Despair not and send away any thought grim,
Find your very strength anew,
As braveness in the old days that flew,
Though nothing grows tired in this our Shire,
In front of tasty beer and a kind warm fire,
Whose embers might perhaps comfort the doubtful,
After fine delicacies and a sufficient mouthful.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
OWED TO THE ELEMENTS



--- Zitat ---Please, beg I thee, to disclose such tale of old,
Which minstrels fancy to adorn with words and jesters love to mould,
In the manner they believe proper and just,
Nay, thou wilt not fail the task.

It were a pleasure to hearken to the Jewels' own fate,
Cause of hell and despair to many folks of late,
It ended not well, as it in fact beginneth,
The prideful sire crieth triumph, his son about the shore mourneth.

The impious theft in the realm of joy,
Atavistic sin of all, whence only evil came to annoy,
Wars we fought, a whole continent fell,
Those gems owed to the elements eventually were, whose souls now keep them and perpetually shall.
--- Ende Zitat ---


The mentioned 'souls' of all world's elements are nothing more than the various physical forms which they assume in reality: fire, water and the infinite broadness of the heavens. As the lay goes, each blessed gem was indeed claimed by the elements of Arda and shall forever lie where it was lost. Not even the Archangels are said to dispose of the power to retrieve them. The Silmarils will then be kept hidden from the hands of the later dwellers of Middle-earth, either buried in the fires of the deep earth, sunk in the inaccessible depths of the oceans or carried by the Mariner and his vessel through the vast spaces of the sky.

Walküre:
SORRY



--- Zitat ---Tell me, why should you be sorry?
You've come to this our green home, clear from angst and worry,
Afar, there dwell strange folks, cursing both the cold high and the torrid low,
Lands not apt for the birth of good, to build warm houses and sow,
Wanderer, may you find peace among this buoyant lot,
Not very interested are we in the 'where' or 'what',
Rest well behind this meagre wooden fence,
We would your memory were fond, once you will have parted hence.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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