Edain 4.7.2 veröffentlicht! / Edain 4.7.2 released!
I hear,A fell voice approaching near,Neither whisper nor murmur,Against which nought may be armour,I hear this chanting grow fouler,Spoken malice, getting louder,Such words of might now spread and soar,Peaks ail, wail and roar,Atop the Black Tower, the White Wizard commands tempest,For none to pass those frozen ways, for none his power to best.
Then shall I remember,And about the deed wonder,To see the valorous king of horsemen,Face death and dare the omen,Of utter defeat,Before the walls of Men, at the ends of wit,Was battling the legions of hell of some good?It certainly was, to replenish the flame of hope and revive our weary mood,No, whatever flying devil will not prey on your vexed corpse,Your people defend it, for better or worse.
If I were enough a devout servant, I saw thy light piercing through,I saw the mystery manifesting itself, calm and gentle as the morning dew,Loyalty might beseem a too burdensome of a vow,Thee to honour, each sunset and dawn, none but thou.Thou and thy kindred ghosts,Thou and thy realm, whence ancient bliss sprung and might commanded hosts,Pity moved you, Lords of the West,Veritable guardian, whom we pray in holy party and fest.
That queer indomitable blue,Lying far, far away from here,Many leagues off, which beheld so few,Often does the good little Hobbit cower in fear.And him we blame not,All who gaze at the vast waters under a spell fall,As the traveller landing on the isle he had long sought,In such uncanny prodigy we're held in thrall.Akin to the immortal,Though the good Half-man then comes back home,Ever doubt we the unknown and startle,Dreading loud waves and furious foam.
Alas, it was eventually the ending that was to be,The epilogue of his part in the tale,One doom they could not fore-know of nor see,Sudden, in the way withered leaves are wiped out by the cruel gale.Struck by evil darts,The relic of his past passed into the river,Isildur perished, for the mourning of our hearts,Borne and buried deep, one-time just ruler and fortune-seeker.
One day, heavens shall just cease to wail and cry the misery of our time,Light always finds its path through, I'm quite sure,Some things are certain in this uncertain world,Some things we do know and may prophesy, somehow,The sun will make our way lit and clear to follow,No, it's time to free ourselves from these chains of sheer terror,None shall save the future of Men but Men themselves,Our crown will be restored and again bestowed upon a worthy king,Worthy of being lauded and hailed as our saviour,Away with nostalgia and remorse, for a second chance is given not.How long have we suffered in silence?How long have we borne the weight of this world's defence?The bell has tolled for the brave to come forth and battle,To battle his foes, on land, sea, wood and coast,No quarter shall we give to the merciless tyranny that menaces the kingdom,Nights have grown dreary and gloomy as never before,Yet dawn still rises above against such surface of despair,All storms pass away, in the end,Wicked clouds leave space for a new sunny day,When hope is restored and the armies of Good lead to triumph.Skies shall stop weeping,Peaks will never be barred by other troubles,Those who lurk and linger in the abyss shall be made unveil their useless tricks,Deception unmasked, treason avenged for good,Justice will be made, prior to the last contest of this eventful age,The sorrowful Third Age of Arda,Our iron is ready for war and much strife,For the worst to counter, dare and keep at bay,Let the stone of our walls crumble, alongside the marble-made fortress imploding in utter ruin,As long as valour lies and lives in the gallant soul, morning light shall not vanish and the fumes of doom will slash apart.
Then gets the rule of Gondor feeble and thin,Thinner and narrow, plagued by sin,Discord festers as a sign of vice,Vices made us bend, once, twice and thrice.How a fine leader would do!How past winds would clear the air, for shadows they already blew!A new morning to gaze at with faithful eyes,A crown restored, held by the splendid and wise.
Canst thou recall, my Queen, the well-fabled Noon?Prior to the first rising of dawn, before the very Moon,Sometimes wouldst thou walk about the late Trees, and this remember we fain,When hath the doing of the Valar ever been in vain?All wells of Valinórë hast thou made fair,And lit and hallowed, in any-here and any-there,Such was the miracle of thy dew,Collected from the tears of your most beauteous deed, within the kingdom of every eternal thing and new.
Truly, more is there to meet the eye,Concerning Hobbits, by many deemed reclusive and shy,A shy people we are not,Not those who concede ere our chance was fairly fought.Unless some strangers bring tidings of good,Unless one be pleased by the Halflings' company and their food,So eager to disclose us we shall never be,That you may rightly guess and clearly see.
Valiant captain of woods,Fallen atop wounded stone,Struck have you hearts and moods,Fallen amidst merciless battle, lone.Your Lady served you well,Your friends have you rescued sound,Daring evilness and steel, vile and fell,The immortal company lies still in the Deep and all around.Captain, may you find deserved rest,Welcomed in paradise, beyond,Rewarding your valour best,Among blessed visages, of whom noble ones are ever fond.
Adamant love, grace and purity,Thou didst our good since early dawns,Providing light to a weary humanity,Infallible shield against the vilest thorns.Adamant hope, that in heaven resideth,May thou not vanish, never,Varda, Queen of Angels, who above liveth,Bonds with thee shall we not sever.
Songs, songs, of them we have not enough,Aye, you shall fain cheer the moment and laugh,Laugh loudly, forgetting hardships and anything tough,Herein just joy, without hurrying rough.Songs, happy ones which I adore,Deeply, either telling tales or lore.Songs, songs, I shall stick to this way,No strange singer am I, no minstrel fey,But a mere jester, willing to sell merry thoughts and adventurous lay,This long I to do, when I may.
Our desperation, our ill fate,Sword and spear weren't there, we were late,We could not defend Rohan's hut,Set on fire, mauled and cut,We could not save Rohan's farmer,No safe shelter have we, nought warmer,Fierce steed, pardon and us forgive,You shall strive further to fight, day and eve,Avenged shall be such impious burning,Which our fine youth took, leaving us only mourning.
Please, do as you favour,Wise merchant from far ends come,Of wealth and prosperity you are saviour,Keeper of goodness, through your generous sum.Welcome to the fortress of Men!Gondor, resilient tower amidst hostile wind,Wind bringing storm, calling sea-wolves out of their den,It's safe here, however, clear from foe and fiend.
That old wood,Leaving home? So unsettling a mood!A green route, a solitary road,Leading out of the Shire, abroad.Lone passage, solely trodden by resolute foot,Those of higher kind, of a deeply-grown root.Passing the thicket and ancient trees,There runs wild the hare, as off nuts the clement bird feeds,Pilgrims go this way and never return,Only chants are heard, ere the sun is anew born.
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Thema: Antique Lyrics of Arda (Gelesen 174052 mal)
