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Antique Lyrics of Arda

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Walküre:
The Obscure Will


Woes to you, odious Noldor of Aman,
Ye much hope and in your arts greatly confide,
Although these mortal wastes to me only belong,
And all my rule unto the End shall suffer,

Bow down to me, who your grandest deed now possess.

Walküre:
Findaráto, good and wonders thou singest

Findaráto, good and wonders thou singest,
Air, seas, woods and green plains, on the World's best the merriest melody thou bringest.

Walküre:
Eerie mists cloud the seas

Eerie mists cloud the seas, and all news from the blessed completely veil,
A powerful spell on the passage was cast, so that naught the Exiled know and for grief much wail.

Walküre:
The Enchanted Isles


Mist, water and deadly ice keep Aman far,
The Exiled anxious and agonising for help,
The Queen of Arda raised some isles from the blue,
All who dare sail there stop and forever Mirkwood

Walküre:
Men


Weak we are not and we diverse lands our home made,
Mortality is a grave burden on our shoulders, yet we taste the World each day and our ending fate we in patience wait.

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