Antique Lyrics of Arda

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Quick, lands shall sink into the deep blue


Eldar, time for our kind is up in these shires of sorrow,
We won the hardest battle of all,
Of which anyone across the halls of Valinórë shall be told,
Yet we must face fate and the ending chapter accept, to retain our lives and live tomorrow.

Quick, the Hither-Lands shall soon be in the depth of the blue, wounded the continent in the war and immense tragedy brought, albeit the sound of victory dear to us all.

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To whom wandereth in Mandos


To whom wandereth in Mandos may these lyrics be dedicated,
Be he the weary Elda who in silence his fate awaiteth, in hopes to behold again the golden wheat in the sunny fields of Valinórë growing,
Or the proud Man who for little time lingereth, just to depart in the end towards not known harbours,
We do hope, pray, the much yearned solace eventually they shall find, as the spirit resteth and from stains it is washed by the waves of sanctity.

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Magnanimity is not seldom the truest wisdom


Kindness for the good heart and ever-relentless,
In that purity and love shall never be extinguished,
A life might be spared for whom repentance chooses,
Yet only in justice and good will, for the grave sins of the Evil we shall not cease to condemn.

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The line of blood that is forgotten


Of the prime Lords of the Eldar they talk, and of a valiant House of Men, and even of an Angel who the paths of the World in antiquity used to tread,
Dispersed it is in these days, yet not lost, if not in the fallacious memory of Men,
The legendary line undimmed and never broken,
United, the fate and fortunes of us all it shall in the end mould, radiant in glory the kin of the Two Twins.

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That foreboding sensation


That foreboding sensation on the verge of a storm,
Being at the ends of order and peace,
The tide is turning in fury and its place in the World reclaims,
Gathering clouds on the horizon which naught but fear command,

A dreadful force its entire might on the other shore is ready to unleash,
Swift the blow and sudden the flick,
To breach all hopes and our fate to make ill,
Unless one acts and valour in the grave hour shows, to vanquish malice and its schemes useless to render.

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Queen of all that is green

Yavanna, thou art the Queen of all that is green,
Of all branches and arms that in the underground dwell,
Of Nature itself thou hast the total domain, and to thee only the vital force running in trees respondeth,
Thy grandest deed are with no doubt the lost Two Trees, which still live somewhere again and the reminiscence of old often rekindle.

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Smoke the fashion of Rings takes


Very heated the assembly and naught of good from the final judgement came,
As the two wizards to bandy words with each other decided, one moved by the purest will and the other much staunch in his secrecy,
When the Grey Pilgrim gave up talking and hope lost to find the just compromise,
He then started to smoke with worrying care, and the very smoke at times seemed the fashion of Rings to mirror.

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That malice shall not pass the ends of this world

During the Council of Elrond, the question arises from the guests: why can't we just send the One Ring to the West?


No, my dear guests, this I won't permit,
That malice to pass the mortal ends is given chance,
For none of the merry souls that there reside that artefact would fain accept,
Lest the peace of Eressëa or of the diamond-carved harbours of Eldamar in jeopardy be,
When they to open the door to that great evil give way, and hither still to face up to the revenant Sauron bound we would nonetheless be.

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It is not a fate of many


Love saved the World and the impossible made real,
Stones undid, the foulest bowed and the Tyrant knelt,
Not a fate of many throughout the old ways of Arda,
Not a common force among the wonders of history's grand characters.

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A great gleam our kind awakened

Men recall the first coming of the Sun.


This the oldest ones of us clearly remember,
That a great gleam of warm light our kind awakened,
But it was beyond the mountains and all was somber,
When our journey we had not commenced yet and naught life on this world threatened.

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Solitary Lady


Solitary Lady, shores near the infinite thou wanderest,
At the ends of the ends thou lone dwellest,
Ways to the many forbidden thou silent treadest,
Thread of sorrows, laments and memories of somber kind.

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A golden gaol it is!

The Craftsman of the Jewels addresses the crowd in Kôr.


Subjects, valiant and skilful kind of these undying shires,
You I have gathered along the squares of Kôr of many towers and palaces,
Amidst the wonders which our very hands have crafted,
Hither we have come, to do without the vain words hitherto said,

My father hath been assassinated, by the very Enemy that the Powers to free from captivity decided,
Ye may have wandered what to do now, when the bliss of the Trees us hath forsaken and it shall be so in perpetuity,
The Enemy, a cursed name now he beareth, hath marred the splendour of this sunny domain, and our precious Jewels he took with theft,
The worst crime hath been committed and the utmost revenge it thus commandeth,

The bright Powers I shall not trust,
The seed of the Evil they have let grow in their own realm,
The ambitions of our fiery kind they have caged,
For this I shall never cease to state, a golden gaol the Blessed Realm became.

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Eyes in the Night


Claws, fangs and horrible death,
The pass in the ravine was in the end bewitched,
Haunted by ghosts and horrors by magic assembled,
This is the art of the mighty Sorcerer who in the fortress dwelleth, many shapes he may take and the Tyrant serveth with malicious will.

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We are the ones who never falter


We are the one who shall not falter, undimmed our piety and adamant the loyalty,
With patience the coming of the Immortals on Númenor we wait for, for any visit of theirs is to be a jubilation of ours.

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Wailing Angel


Such a sorrowful tragedy for a mother, but even more for whom her daughter the most used to love,
An immortal pearl among the trodden mortal ways, said to be the fairest and the mightiest of her kind,
But the Angel content was, to know that her kin the imperishable love had found,
Yet, the sudden murder of her noble husband, the king who would never have died, a void with no solution created in her life, and then the Angel vanished from this world to depart for her holy shires beyond the sea, wailing and mourning for her sad fate.