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Walküre:
THE LAST VOYAGE



--- Zitat ---The last voyage of our star,
Alas, parting from lands that cage and bar,
A decaying world, rendered sorry and grey,
The time has come to embrace this farewell day.

Lovely daughter, you shall sail fine and swift,
Across the ends of Arda, by whose course seas drift,
Unto the glowing Sunny Domain,
Where the home of our very kind ever-safe has lain.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
LOSING GRIP



--- Zitat ---Now weak, once firm,
History wheels in time, yet mankind is not to learn,
That shadow should not be given an open way,
To return and cast its dreariness on mount or bay.

Men, so eagerly drawn to rule,
The crown falls, the glorious lord grows fool,
Men, their aching hand is losing grip,
Before such hatred, so cruel and deep.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
MUCH IS YET TO BE SUNG



--- Zitat ---Much is yet to be sung,
So will harps be gently wrung,
In the manners that soul always soothe,
As meander harmonies smooth.

One place in a kind heart,
Struck by your very mystery, as though it were a dart,
Past the sunset of the world, you shall descend your holy seat,
For a new dawn to rise, for new green fields full of wheat.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
DEAD ONES DO TELL TALES



--- Zitat ---Aye, that you need not deny,
Dead ones do tell tales,
Feeble murmurs or lie,
Then storming as vigorous gales.

They tell advice and warning,
To not take the road abroad,
To work hard each eve and morning,
Ignoring fantasy or beguiling word.

One ought not to go far, my friend,
If he's so desirous of pleasure,
Here to sneer at fables we tend,
For calm we love and cherish measure.

Wherefore, the dead have a lot to say,
Regretting the warm home they had left,
For deadly quests and beasts which slay,
Snatching their lives in heinous theft.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
TRAGIC SIEGE



--- Zitat ---At last, the host came across,
Through dust, choking ash and great loss,
Leading their armies beyond,
There were two kings, of whom bards sing fond,
A loyal sire, of so rare a sort among Men,
The high monarch of Elves, who any vile was ever to ban,
Ensuing bloody carnage, the two crowns the Dark Kingdom besiege,
Showing no mercy to foul minions or cursed liege,
Unto the slopes of the imposing mountain of fire,
When our foe headed finally forth, one-time much potent Maia.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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