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Walküre:
ADAMANT HOPE



--- Zitat ---Adamant love, grace and purity,
Thou didst our good since early dawns,
Providing light to a weary humanity,
Infallible shield against the vilest thorns.

Adamant hope, that in heaven resideth,
May thou not vanish, never,
Varda, Queen of Angels, who above liveth,
Bonds with thee shall we not sever.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
SPIRITED SONG



--- Zitat ---Songs, songs, of them we have not enough,
Aye, you shall fain cheer the moment and laugh,
Laugh loudly, forgetting hardships and anything tough,
Herein just joy, without hurrying rough.

Songs, happy ones which I adore,
Deeply, either telling tales or lore.

Songs, songs, I shall stick to this way,
No strange singer am I, no minstrel fey,
But a mere jester, willing to sell merry thoughts and adventurous lay,
This long I to do, when I may.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
IMPIOUS BURNING



--- Zitat ---Our desperation, our ill fate,
Sword and spear weren't there, we were late,
We could not defend Rohan's hut,
Set on fire, mauled and cut,
We could not save Rohan's farmer,
No safe shelter have we, nought warmer,
Fierce steed, pardon and us forgive,
You shall strive further to fight, day and eve,
Avenged shall be such impious burning,
Which our fine youth took, leaving us only mourning.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
PLEASE, DO AS YOU FAVOUR



--- Zitat ---Please, do as you favour,
Wise merchant from far ends come,
Of wealth and prosperity you are saviour,
Keeper of goodness, through your generous sum.

Welcome to the fortress of Men!
Gondor, resilient tower amidst hostile wind,
Wind bringing storm, calling sea-wolves out of their den,
It's safe here, however, clear from foe and fiend.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
THAT OLD WOOD



--- Zitat ---That old wood,
Leaving home? So unsettling a mood!
A green route, a solitary road,
Leading out of the Shire, abroad.

Lone passage, solely trodden by resolute foot,
Those of higher kind, of a deeply-grown root.

Passing the thicket and ancient trees,
There runs wild the hare, as off nuts the clement bird feeds,
Pilgrims go this way and never return,
Only chants are heard, ere the sun is anew born.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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