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Walküre:
FAIRY-LIKE ELF



--- Zitat ---Fairy-like Elf, prince of the tale,
So desirous to leave, longing to sail,
Away from this earth,
Whence departing seems verily worth.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
WHEREFORE, IN DARK I PRAY



--- Zitat ---Wherefore, in dark I pray,
In toil I endure,
Beside grief my faith I lay,
Our salvation to secure.

Thee, Queen of the Nights,
None dare doubt,
And thy power fending off wights,
Cruel wraiths wandering about.

Thou dwellest on the height,
Above cloud and storm,
Empress of light,
Be thy candour ever-warm.

Wherefore, in dark I do pray,
Peradventure, methinks,
I shall pass the test, I may,
Beholding thy lamps and their blinks.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
GAOLS OF ICE



--- Zitat ---Gaols of ice,
Cast of dice,
Ill turn of fate,
Infinite wait.

Hell of chill and cold,
Glaciers which winds cannot even mould,
Nobody might hope to pass,
Across the infernal frozen mass.

Forbidden ways,
Unsung lays,
Untrodden routes,
Sad pipes, grievous flutes.

The sole immortal foot may journey unscathed,
For nought fears their flesh, dreaded by devils and hated,
'Tis the bridge, the road to bliss,
Behind the greatest wall, where every flaw Good may fix.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
GRAND CLASH



--- Zitat ---Grand clash,
Before the dwarf's hold,
Looming ash,
As though one fought tenfold.

Raging battle,
Facing the gate,
Alas, not mere scuffle,
Tuned with miners' own trait.

Five contenders,
The Lonely Mountain ails,
None surrenders,
As the Good wails.

Ranks of evil,
Conjured to hurt,
Led by some awful devil,
Yet, partaking was well worth.

Dwarves usurped,
Wood-elves their foes entangle,
In the midst and heat, severely warped,
Eagle claws which tear and mangle.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
EVERY NIGHT



--- Zitat ---Each night I see,
I dream and wish,
Heartfelt plea,
Free me from the leash.

The chain of terror,
Binding my soul,
Clear this horror,
Plain and whole.

Thou wert to do right,
My Star-queen,
If my spirit were held tight,
Fain long I to reach the unseen.

Beyond this my flawed world,
Welcomed in the City of Bells,
Where thou rulest over gold,
And ever makest bright thy wells.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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