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Walküre:
ILL-SPOKEN, PERPETUALLY



--- Zitat ---Ill-spoken, unto their very final day,
So little an edge from which to stray,
The fate of who dared lay sword against kindred ones,
The potent House of smiths and princes, bringing yonder pride and lance.

Cursed by decree of the Angel of Grimness,
Reigning over the path of regret and sadness,
Thence, the sorrowful Noldor through grief and havoc would meander,
As it was thus foretold, before the two continents were torn asunder.

Aye, a tragedy of elder ages,
Lyrics kept alive by none but sages,
Sagas telling a world that is no more,
Full of wonder without akin rival, which the robes of majesty once wore.

I beseech, make it that the tale shall reach the ghosts who wait,
Lingering for judgement at the end's gate,
Suffering the dominion of the absolute law,
There, even the fault-ridden may redeem, as do the hopeless and the foe.
--- Ende Zitat ---


'Ill-spoken' intends to mirror Latin, meaning thereby 'cursed'.

Walküre:
CIRCLES WHICH HALT NOT



--- Zitat ---I would it were easy to utter the proper word,
To tell the wonders lying above, realm of the Lady and the Lord,
To say how grand the ethereal blue getteth, upon this our world,
Peradventure, I might fancy the sound of hymns, which make celestial circles resound clearer by tenfold.

How the Elf-minstrel shall unto oblivion sing,
So shall I in same will, rejoicing at the many lamps of thy magnificent sky-ring,
Nought of thine will truly sink in the abyss of doubt,
For always is someone who fearless thee and thy oeuvres to the globe will shout.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
AN ORDINARY DAY OF PEACE



--- Zitat ---So much for the tasks of the far!
Here would I rather stay,
Lest one my fair solace mar,
Swaying the simple towards so worse a way.

Boredom and stillness I shall promptly retain,
Foreign annoyance will I never miss,
Secure wisdom and ditch the vain,
Honouring my fine ordinary day of peace.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
IN ICY WASTES



--- Zitat ---Nay, the wilful explorer shall never grasp the ancient North,
All wounds inflicted, as darkness first came forth,
For the ruinous destiny of a golden past,
Whose trace rests entombed in icy wastes whither even the nasty would not be cast.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
UNWANTED ACQUAINTANCE



--- Zitat ---Maidens of the heath have since learnt to take up a blade,
Wielding defence before an enemy that much grief on us has laid,
An unwanted acquaintance, war, which none seems to spare,
A chilling kiss of death, ere afar we are to fare.

Maid of amiable heart,
Hold your ground, bearing heavy sword or snide dart,
One day, your gracious hay-locks shall warm the field again,
While earth rewards the daunting labour of your loved weary man.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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