Antique Lyrics of Arda

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The yearning of never-ending life


It was in truth the prelude of the decadence of Men,
When clouds began to gather in a menacing manner above the skies of friendship,
And when the proud king a very impossible of a desire with unceasing longing would yearn,
The life which never ends, whose tenure Angels and Eldar solely could have, as the seed of ignorance and resentment in the frail heart of Númenor was well planted.

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The Spirited Vibe


Even the wisest scholars often wonder,
The cause and secret of that spirited video along the green lands of the western ends,
In which Half-Men are said to dwell,
And every day is a merry adventure, among voices, parties and daily businesses, as well as in front of the warm hearth, where tales entrench their stories and souls greatly rekindle.

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Wilt thou take my hand?


My love, wilt thou take my hand in ill fate and dreadful peril?
Wilt thou be apt for the immense challenge?
Will thy will bring thee even beyond life, death and the circles of the very World?
This I feel, that Love shall demand the highest toll, for whom Love hath been the brightest of the blessings.

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In perpetual faith


In perpetual faith I solemnly swear,
That Elves and Men their efforts shall share,
In the fashion of the far merry days of old,
Surely, in our dreams it is a beautiful spectacle to behold,

We would fain head to the destiny to which our fate us led,
But the challenge we shall face and these bloody ways we shall tread,
Death might be the somber outcome of all and the ill possibility,
Yet we strive much to contest the Evil and in our beloved lands to bring serenity.

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The only exception


Men are not to be granted that marvellous privilege,
To be welcomed in the sunny realm of whom this universe from imagination has raised,
Ainur and Eldar, the sole ones who are in this blessed tale,
Their being does not suffer decay and the passing of time their ever-crystalline mind does not displease,

Whereas, the feeble Man much suffers the adversity of the outer places,
Cold, Heat, Illness and all that due to the ancestral rebellion to Arda was brought,
And the eternal pace of time Men could never sustain, longing to end nostalgia and pain of physical and mental kind,
Yet an exception we have been told about in some tales, that one of the Mortals challenged the waves and as a blessed guest to enter bliss he was given consent.

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So that Ulmo may reach thee from above

Manwë brings the rain in the World.


Winds, I command that a task be done for the good,
Green deeds of my holy kind request aid and nourishment from the heavens above,
And I shall also give it to the Children who are to come,
Sadness and gloomy spirits might provoke, but many shall be content of that and at the wonders of the skies they shall in jubilation rejoice.

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The Legacy of the Stars


Stars were the prime and first,
To kindle light in the Void and the cold to make warm,
From the Queen's thoughts they had come out,
Albeit the pale and far radiance, immortal they still stay, when the mightier light on the World via snares and malice had been unfortunately darkened.

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The Untold Truth


Many have wondered why that befell,
The cause of the ending of the perfect symmetry that once the prime quality of matter was,
The riddle a very right of a response seems to have,
That decay entered the lyrics of the Ainur along with anything good, and forever it shall be with us unto the new moulding of all.

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The eerie green, and loose it grows


The Forest of the World has seen much of what was and is,
For different kinds of forces the vast woods their dwelling have made,
Just to accommodate their wishes and secretive designs,
Green is ever-calm and with the Evil does not side, yet eerie the paths have been turned and the plant now to grow loose and wild decides,

What has been of the government of old in those old forests? An Istar is even thought to reside there, but very few of him hitherto have known.

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The last bloody contest


It has all befallen at the unveiling of the arcane relic,
Which for an entire era had rested in careful care, just to wait for the proper scope,
Unusual hands the One Ring from a common river took, and murder was sudden and the curse soon,
When a quest was about to be at the apex, the Artefact a new owner found, of humble and gentle kind,

Until the time was just and the seed of malaise had long been acquiring strength,
The Dark Lord demanded his Ring back, and in doing so a total war he then waged,
Against the ones who liberty cherished and much to defend from the claws of tyranny had,
The pawns had been prepared and thus violence was given way to spread,

Albeit staunch and obsessed to conquer the will of whom was free,
Sauron and his minions had to withstand the most adamant of the defences,
With heroes of the bravest deeds being the legendary authors, and the different races at the end managed to cooperate,
The Evil was vanquished by the joint effort and akin ghosts from the Fourth Era of Arda forever banished shall be.

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The Decree


My dear Angels of bright fashion,
Ye thought much and through the immensity of my Timeless Halls wandered,
The Plan is now in-being and the labours of the Ainur it needeth,
Manwë, thou shalt watch over the reign of matter which is to be, and in my name my wonders thou shalt do.

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Humble and merry soul

Elrond has some words for Bilbo.


Humble and merry soul of an old kind,
You may certainly stay and rest within my valley enchanted and bright,
Solace from fatigues, knowledge and serenity you could find,
If that is your true wish, at which your heart in truth rejoices.

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The will to strive


Will and passion the endeavour aid, as old sayings that with knowledge were made,
And so we try, seek and learn, for naught is ever-easy nor simple to yearn,
Practice may mould what was then born flawed, in good-will and tough effort,
All arts shall be always at hand for whom is up to the task, so that the Evil fears the knowledge of Men and their great fatigues in the lands that lie hither.

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The majestic blade


It was forged with the wisdom of the masters of crafting,
Imbued by the antique magic of the Elven kind,
For it must serve an imperative task in the lands of hope and grief,
Its silver blade shall cut and vanquish the fell and his plans,
Its metal neither flame nor illusion dreadeth,
The servants of darkness shall suffer its bright blow,
The Flames of Morgoth shall not any proper defence,
Sword, fly swift and sure, may justness prevail and make the opponent wail.

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Ye shall bring renewed hope

Varda kindles one of her greatest fatigues: a new constellation for the dark Middle-earth. A warning for Melkor.


The Powers have saved light and bliss,
They have brought them hither, in the West of the westernmost ends,
Although most of the World is bound to face darkness and the Evil's snares,
I shall kindle a new chain of Stars to warn the Enemy about his fate of defeat, so that the feeble radiance may bless the ones who are to awake, along with Melkor by doubt and fear being from the root consumed.