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Walküre:
IT WERE ILL, IT WOULD FILL



--- Zitat ---It were ill to disdain the good lunch,
It were ill to nay-say and forget to crunch,
Tasty bread and salty meat,
It would fill thy belly and so be it.

If folks be keen on dining,
Forswear the wary thought and cease the whining,
Thinkest thou not it were verily good?
It won't bode well to refuse food.

Come to the finely jolly Shire,
As lonesome wanderer or grand sire.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
WATCHFUL WAIT



--- Zitat ---So goes on its watchful wait,
Command of destiny, will of fate,
Beneath the deep dark wave,
Before the mine's walls we could not save,
A guardian, unknown beast,
Another peril near the great mist,
You, bold adventurer, halt your pace!
Only dead therein, with horror on their consumed face,
Beware of the monster inhabiting those sombre waters,
Which all unwary living captures and slaughters.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
BUSY



--- Zitat ---Busy they are all,
Those in the Evil's thrall,
Look, observe them strive,
So much, to hurt anything alive,
Can you see? Laborious hands work without pause,
In tainted lands, ruled not by laws,
Incessantly shall they serve their master,
For a new plagued world to foster,
As illness they do fester,
Unchained was the beast, freed the monster.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
SKY HERALD



--- Zitat ---Adamant his heraldry,
Servant of pure majesty,
Divine envoy for the common good,
To him respond realms, height, sea and wood.

Sky herald, greatest with blade,
At the behest of the West,
Never will your merry kingdom fade,
Not even in the darkest night, facing the hardest test.

The word of the Lord you have ever borne,
The sole holding rule on Arda,
No other woe shall we mourn,
Pray, be this true, miraculous Varda.

Holy messenger, forever we hail your name,
Hallowed potency, legendary fame,
At the apex of joy you stay,
Beside the King on his lit way.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
DINNER



--- Zitat ---Never be late for dinner,
That is wrong-doing, of a real sinner,
Here in the Shire cherish we the fine old meal,
Which evenly refreshes the tired and ill.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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