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Walküre:
PRIOR



--- Zitat ---Thou art old,
Varda, when all once was lifeless and cold,
At the dawn of things,
No birds in the sky, no swift wings,
Thou wast before time,
Ever-fair and whole-fine,
Thee hath the One made to be,
Pray, never shalt thou forsake me,
Prior, as thy fellow Valar, thou camest from a wondrous vastness,
To rule, to govern, to do good for such material largeness.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
INMOST WRATH



--- Zitat ---I shall not believe it's all lost,
Nay, it's not dead, albeit covered in the lonesome frost,
A grave danger, a miserable end,
Trapped in their wealth, trapped in their land.

A profound pit, the obscure abyss,
Past which Dwarves long for, glory they thoroughly miss,
Foul usurpers of the mines, much will you regret taking that path,
Vengeance stirs deep in Dwarven hearts, kindling that folk's inmost wrath.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
YOU SHOWED PITY



--- Zitat ---You showed him pity,
At last, you had the manner of a truly gentle Hobbit,
Regret you should not harbour in mind,
Neither in that kind heart of yours,
My friend, even the least creature might serve some strange purpose,
A role to play in the story,
A part in a perilous quest,
Who are we to deal out death and grave woes?
Who are we to decree what is to be on the horizon?
This troubled monster has yet to reveal its proper self.

Let us pray, so that all deeds under the sky shall finally see,
A just conclusion,
The rightful epilogue of this our tale,
Again will the prisoner of the Ring leave his gloomy lair,
For the last time,
In the pursuit of his very yearning,
He knows, his arcane desire shall present itself anew,
Will it seize the chance?
Will it betray our side?
This I know not, my dear friend, for wizards had better act and voyage, resenting the vanity of prophecy.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
AGES, AGES OF GRIEF (MY MARRED KINGDOM)



--- Zitat ---Ages, ages of grief,
A king counselled by the worst thief,
A bewitched monarch, caught in a spell,
In thrall of a sorcerer and his minions fell.

Heroes we need,
Whose advice we shall joyfully heed,
To wake this vacant throne,
For the sake of a dormant sire, lying now lone.

Ages of grief,
Fair flowers no more blossom, no vivid leaf,
This realm ails in silence,
Drowning into its very blood, drained by violence.

Our marred kingdom,
Haven of fear, not of wisdom,
Calling for help as a far cry,
The hour has come to banish the faithless and unveil his lie.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
MERRY NIGHT



--- Zitat ---Merry night, merry night,
Moment for rest, leaving aside fight,
During the banquet we meet and tell fine stories of yore,
Until mind is made weak by liquor and the throat sore.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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