Edain 4.7.2 veröffentlicht! / Edain 4.7.2 released!
Arduous might be the road,Augur well or woefully bode,Never vain, though,Dark and gloomy as an underworld foe.Thee we are not forswear,Not even in the shackles of the worst night-mare,For well knoweth the soul in sorrow,That brighter thou wilt make the next morrow.
Tonight almost have I fainted,Struck by roaring storm,Raging and unwanted,Akin to loud waves which round the oceans furiously roam.Bad thunder often betokens nefarious fate,Some bloody clash is being fought of late,I wonder, what shall be of our kindred friends of known fame?Pray, make the wicked blade miss its aim.
Ramparts of this miserable world,No longer may you cage my fiery ghost,Bards shall sing and hail this day by hundredfold,Honoured in sagas to the most.The shield-maiden rides swift towards her demise,I will to perish in the blaze of my love and die,A new dawn shall nonetheless rise,Upon a shattered soil, where my sad spoils are endly to lie.
Imladris, you verily hold the keys of wellness,Same places are not, hallowed by such fairness,Indeed, the arts of your dwellers has made you a veritable shard of heaven,Whose righteous tale is spread across the vast seas which we deem seven.
Prime flare in darkness,Splendour of fairness,Lightening the ways past the skies,Trodden by thy very kind, saint and wise.There, a prime flare is ever-lit,Piercing the obscure veil of that sidereal pit,What thou in bygone days haddest made,To gift light to primaeval nights, never meant to fade.
Much we rejoice at the joys of soil,Be it golden wheat, rosy apple or olive oil,Quiet and sound, ignoring aught else but the fruits of labour,The sole treasure of a Hobbit, which makes home a whole unique flavour.
I sense malaise growing strong,Recurrent theme in this my sombre song,Vigilant eyes are caught by sudden sleep,As the last high lineage of Arda parts from this shore upon a grey ship.Sentry fires go out and vanish,Will there be other valiant guards we may cherish?Clouds waver in turmoil, stirred and angered by malevolent will,For any pious to dread war's thrill.
What is the House of Rohan, but a mud-crafted hut?Attended by foul brigands drinking in the company of dirt and rat,You, Golden King, ageing has not done you well,Forlorn, you gaze at your lordship crumbling away, as minstrels now sadly tell.Old fool, your cold fields shall soon feed another hand,One that commands with the iron fist every land,The time of the White Wizard has finally come,Announced by the shaking of steel and the rumble of drum.
The first to see through,Ere the blessed order towards matter flew,To rescue the fortunes of an in-thought mankind,Battling thy very seditious kin and whomever sinful thou wast to fore-find.
Horse-master, to thee hath come the hour,Glorious yet bitter, tragic and sour,Another king, dead in honour, another feeble white flower,No longer art thou ashamed of thy house's company, having fought well for the grand Sentry Tower.
My silver piece, my lovely gem,Get your wily hands off my dear worth!Not even salty pig or tender lamb,Every time, every trouble coming forth.Snake-relatives and bogus friends,Enough of admirers and thieves,The gentle Hobbit love no more sends,To him who ever lies and deceives.
Beyond the roundness of mortal ends,Winds disturb not one's route and the merry sailor to dream the unseen tends,Voyaging whither Elven sagas find just conclusion,Moving ever farther, piercing illusion.There, solemn chants seem to await,Ships are firmly anchored in havens where no day is really late,A solitary isle, facing sunny shires of great,Seat of that magnitude which in all ages was demiurge of good fate.
Queen, I would I had thy grace,Hitherto, sole flaws have halted my strenuously incessant pace,With thee on my side will I oppose in all forces this encroaching doom,Praying that nought is to befall, neither later nor soon.
No silly trip into the wild, but a very long step outside home,For ever are little ones wary of big craft or raging foam,Not the busy city, not the voluble sea,We would scarce choose foray over the nice comfortable glee.
Warmer tides shall you sail on,Once of Men you hear voice and song,When you enter the realm of stone,The last solid pillar, the last bearing bone.
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Thema: Antique Lyrics of Arda (Gelesen 175464 mal)
