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For our sake, to warn,To avert tragedy which one would mourn,Thou hast placed a sign,In the blue, signal of thine.A bow of suns,The Scythe of the Valar, the High Ones,To warn malevolent wills,That thou art to guard towers, seas and hills.
Rumble of hoofs,Coming of spooks,Fear inside the Shire,Much trembles the humble squire.Black knights ride,Searching through and wide,A precious item of their lord,This were they bidden, waving death and sword.
Go, let us free the knot!We shall reach the shore we've long sought,This vessel will travel the tides of the blue,Under the multitude of stars, under the glaring moon.Abandoning these grey ways,Whose tales I sing in old lays,Parted, when the knot gets undone,Sailing westwards, sinking in the dying sun.
Among pure lies the fallen prince,Among the company of his forefathers who passed since,Beside the resting kings,Beside timeless glory, so the bard sings.So weeps his dear maiden,Chanting sorrow as morrow's fading,So cry folks of the byre,Their strong and gallant sire.Too much of a tragedy to bear,For the old king, ruler of horse and mare,Next to him stands the white mage,Come in time to break the cage.A cage of treason,Woven web to cloud reason,Yet, Théoden walks the earth anew,Willing to mend arrant deeds and win through.
She guards the kingdom, ever-still,Gazing at shadow in unfaltering will,Conscious that the time shall come,Knowing that dreadful noise will sound from Mordor's drum.As a white guardian she towers all over the land,The gate, whence Men their errands send,Leaning on hard stone,Solitary, indeed, yet never lone.Built as the fortress of the sun,Besieged often, vanquished by none,There, an ancient tree still harbours hope,Feeble, kept well atop the slope.Her twin lies not so far,Ruined by charms which do nought else but mar,Prepare the trebuchet, garrison the walls!For the sake of our forebears, resting quiet in marbled halls.
Ere thou drawest blade,Remember, always seeth the Fair Maid,The courage burning in one's heart,Praying kindly before they start.Before they start grievous war,Which seldom hath not stained Arda's lore,Bethink of Varda, to seek goodness,May it avail thee with her fondness.
Well, love, handful are the ones,Who long for mystery at first glance,Who join adventure at first sight,Ignore the hazard they might.However, we do wrong to look against the quest,One knows not what shall be the test,What if you could rightly undo the riddle?When much you learn along the way, in the middle?
No graver calamity may ever occur,Than the breaking of the door,If our resolve be drained,If the grace of the Immortals forever waned.Defence will soon be breached,Once the Fell King victory will have reached,A darkened earth as his poor doll,Fine cities on fire, funereal shall their bell toll.
Enthroned you sit,Above,Where all is lit,Commanding in love.The King and the Queen,Ye rule fate,A whole world to be seen,Wonders and troubles evenly await.Never have ye denied aid,To those in plight,Never vainly was wielded the blade,To guide and counsel with light.Two thrones,Governing not through force, but candour,Adamant stones,Rounding endless splendour.
We want no ire,Within sunny green and our calm Shire,No hard thoughts among us, we desire,Ask we much? Better we used to be, prior.All changed soon,Alas, after so few journeys of the moon,Now strangers come, sadder got our tune,As in night, so in the noon.
Away from the great peace of Men,Hidden cunningly, like a hound in his den,Pirates, hungry for riches and wealthy ports,As thieves, plundering lands in akin sorts.Henceforth must the haven be secure,Foul colours get close, while seagulls soar,Alarmed the stronghold was, and weather brings winds of storm,We sealed the harbour, ready to safeguard Gondor's norm.
Descending is the sky, beneath the blue end,Other foes to contest, other woes to mend,Dying is radiance, leaving space for twilight,So dark a menace, so obscure a night for moonlight,Out of woods demons creep,Shall the fortress well keep?Beasts gather, strengthened anew,Green dries, yearning dew,Thus the Evil finds a way,To flood the gates of Good, as much it's sung in this tearful lay.
Dry and nasty lies the southern waste,Irregular shapes, ill taste,So far and wide,Lacking stream or sweet tide.Ghastly folks there reside alike,Drawn to blade, raiding and spike,Tribes that fight and live raw,As tumultuous waves which amok flow.Beware, it's the realm of the outlaw,Whence many foes coming we once saw,Be it ranks or deadly steed,Upon mightier beasts their fury they would then lead.
So lovely a place,Such joy in that merry face,This is how we carry on life,Always adventure, such betwixt husband and wife.Nay, we speak not of a journey,Bad, if the Hobbit not unto morn lay!In his warm bed, awaiting another day of good doing,Smiling at labour and facing all ensuing.
Broken and won,Vanquished and lit by the dawn,Many knights have fallen, dead,Silent, though still fiery of the command which them led.Undone is the shield,Of a maiden, resting akin on the field,Of a hero who evil fought,A king of despair ruling on ghoulish lot.
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