Antique Lyrics of Arda

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Nay, them we shall not forget

The Vanyar recall their parting from Beleriand.


Nay, we didn't forget those mortal souls,
For war we had sailed and for our parting in peace none had wailed.

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What lies beneath


Many foul things hide and lurk in the pits of the mines,
Deadly, terrible and of an odious kind,
Yet fouler beings below what is known dwell,
The darkest flames and ancient sentinels of water beneath lie.

[Walküre]

The Regent


All-powerful he is not, nor did he cause Eä to be,
Yet to him the holy rule of the firmament was given, to reign over all Arda's dwellers.

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The Lighthouse of the Free


Darkness took our ruined city by the river,
Where many memories lie undimmed,
The wraiths seek to unleash the fell arsenal of their force,
Winged nightmares in the sky, that the White Rider dispelled with the purest light.

[Walküre]

A beacon in the heath

Out of the woods, on her way to Rivendell to meet with Elrond, Galadriel rides fast in the night across the heaths of Rohan and she's noticed by someone.


Farewell, this to her beloved domain and vassals she had bidden,
Bound to relinquish her rule and from mortal shires to depart,
She rode lonely to meet her high-lineage kind, headed to the western harbours,
A beacon in the cold of the night she was, and a waning light on her finger she wielded, enlightening the frozen heath with a pale light.

[Walküre]

Be gone, fell sorcerer, thy arts shall not avail thee

Huan defeats Gorthaur (Sauron) and Lúthien demands that the control of his fortress be given to her.


Be gone, fell sorcerer, for thy ghoulish arts shall not avail thee,
I demand the keys and spell of thy enchanted stronghold, for my singing shall lift thy magic and stone undo.

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Blood flows through the Harbour of Pearl


Blood flows through the Harbour of Pearl,
Elven blood stains what used to be a merry place,
The horrendous crime against the same kin, within the continent in which naught is sad or grievous,
Murder it was, impious the authors and forever cursed!

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Things that are, things that were...

Two aspects of foresight.


Things that are make one a master of the present, with naught being obscure and one's designs ready to unfold,
Things that were only to the few may themselves reveal, dim secrets of the past that of life are the teacher.

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Ñolofinwë, thou fell in honour and grace


Ñolofinwë, thou fell in honour and grace,
Even though thou strength surrendered to the Foe and his mace,
Yet the brightest star thou were and resilient thou much fought,
Hail to thee, High King, of whom any Elda shall forget naught.

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The River sings


The River sings past shores and streams,
All voices, and anger, and joy and fear it gathers,
The one who the green ways of Middle-earth waters,
Until it finds its final path, to embrace again the vast and wavering blue.

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The Evil lies in the depth


The Evil lies in the depth of its course,
Into the river, in there, the Bane of Men fell,
Alas, someone's hand dared to pick it,
Him it devoured and that simple soul for long time tortured.

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Pale beauty in the cold


Pale beauty in the cold of the heath,
Your king you never disowned, loyal maiden with sword and shield,
Love you longed to know too, that great pain brought and to far shires led you,
Yet valour was always by your side, when exotic beasts or of the Evil the lieutenant you fearless challenged.

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The Undaunted Sacrifice


The noble lord of the ancient Five-Pointed Star,
One of the few loyal ones of Númenor in those sad times,
His two sons and subjects he managed to rescue from mayhem and to the twin-realms birth gave,
His undaunted sacrifice shall always be remembered, at the slopes of the fire-mountain and beside the glorious Elven king of old.

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The Gaol

A tomb? Nay! He doth not die and no hallowed ground for him shall ever be offered,
A gaol it is! From whence not even a Vala might part and all its fell might sealed remaineth.

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Untameable are the waters of the Valley


Untameable are the waters of the Valley, wraiths,
Your cursed steeds shall be of no use, now that your knight-fashion you are to lose.