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Walküre:
HER LAST WORLDLY MOON



--- Zitat ---The day shall come, my Queen,
An ultimate spark of bliss will mortals have seen,
Upon a star-white steed,
Her immaculate way will she lead.

Afar, her as a bright rider lesser ones shall perhaps disguise,
The mightiest lady of this age, pure beyond measure and wise,
Her hour is coming, soon,
To bid farewell to these shores and her last worldly moon.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
THEE SUPREME



--- Zitat ---Thee supreme we hail,
Thee shall we ever honour and never wail,
Thee we hold in our heart,
Thee invoke we when we are to part.

Thou, never leave thy loyal servants alone,
Thou, do not let the beggar weep or moan,
Thou, shield the right and drive shadows away,
Thou, bless us and soothe the hardest day.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
SONGS FOR JOY



--- Zitat ---Please, pardon, sing for me joy,
That's what is yearned, by every girl and boy,
Doesn't it suffice, fatigue and much strain?
The Hobbit has laboured restless, drained by the heat of noon in the main.

Please, sing of peace and silly evenings,
When all rejoice at the warmth of the tavern, faithful friends and siblings,
Aye, a good story to jest about,
Nothing else but a merry night, without demise or sad rout.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
SCOURING



--- Zitat ---We shall rescue thee,
My fine wood, home to the small and wee,
Grief hath taken possession of thy one-time lively heart,
Struck thou wast, with a vile poisoned dart.

Misery-stricken, I would thou sawest the end of strife,
Fiends will never conquer life,
Greenwood, stained and violated, may thou see light anew,
A scouring of the plague, this need we, as it's just and due.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
FEY MAIDEN



--- Zitat ---Beware, sires and squires,
Folks of common, driven by desires,
Not recommended is it to take that path,
Through the golden woods, daring unworldly wrath.

Magic resides there, so they tell,
Not good for our people, neither ill nor well,
Who rules the haunted forest, which prodigy of yore?
Just murmurs, a far ancient lore.

Spirits and ghosts walk the ways in such eerie green,
No fortress to conquer, no battle to win,
Nay, stay your blade and rest still,
Naught may move who commands there with stout will.

They speak of a witch, potent in power and charm,
Will she mean benevolence or harm?
A queen that dies not, a legend in the bard's lay,
A fey maiden, lady of a yester-day.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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