Edain 4.7.2 veröffentlicht! / Edain 4.7.2 released!
Love, with love camest thou to be,Render each dawn bright, bless me,I beg, I pray and ask,May thy grace be granted, may we fulfil the task.If one be worthy enough,Give him serene ghost and laugh,If thou be'st to save,Spare the mariner from the furious wave.Thee acclaim all as rightful queen,Better prodigy hath the mere folk never seen,Lady of starlight, fairest star,Hope in celestial vastness, not dim nor far.In eternity shall we praise,Who lamps in heaven was to raise,Methinks, how lucky am I beneath thy skies to live,This I keep singing, morn and eve.
Lone and forgotten,Under a dim shadow, under which green is fatally rotten,His kingdom boasts no joy,Though souls are not brought thither through ill ploy,Or even deception, that finds no place within the Holy Shire,Verily, it's human sin to doubt such blessed sire,Counted among the potent High,Whose sombre guests wail, weep and sigh,Eerie western caverns serve him as hidden home,Across seas common folks ignore, passed the blue and its foam.There, he's sat on grief,No wicked wind, no haunting whiff,All rests still and calm,Ghosts murmur prayer and psalm,Sad spirits gather, their silence fills those funereal halls,But relief they eventually found behind the West's walls,Be death tragic, serene or remorseful,Nought is made worse in this grim shelter, or woeful,I shall sing these elegies twice,May the Judge pardon the pious and clear vice.
I profess, thy servant am I,I swear, my heart is no harbour of lie,I vow, ever shall I cherish so bright a sight,Thy might through eras, thy sidereal light.To battle the vile foe,To avert the imminent woe,Fairest of the fair, finest among fine,Thy faith is my fire, my heart shall be thine.
That stubborn dwarf, hard as a rock,As the marble he's used to moulding, labouring amok,Great faces he mocks in the stone,Ceasing work when the gleeful robin away has flown.Gentle and noble dwarf,Undaunted, never serf,What if he might cross the very same Hobbit's way?Unlikely, for much need he guard his wealth and shape clay.
Before the gate we knelt not,Atrocious clashes and many fiends have we fought,Before the gate, the king of Erebor lies dead,His army he's proudly to the battlefield led.Be you all cursed, Evil Men,Mirroring wolves, swarming out of their den,You've struck our fortress, wielding the foul flames of war,Come from afar, come from lands wrapped in your uncanny lore.
Fairy-like Elf, prince of the tale,So desirous to leave, longing to sail,Away from this earth,Whence departing seems verily worth.
Wherefore, in dark I pray,In toil I endure,Beside grief my faith I lay,Our salvation to secure.Thee, Queen of the Nights,None dare doubt,And thy power fending off wights,Cruel wraiths wandering about.Thou dwellest on the height,Above cloud and storm,Empress of light,Be thy candour ever-warm.Wherefore, in dark I do pray,Peradventure, methinks,I shall pass the test, I may,Beholding thy lamps and their blinks.
Gaols of ice,Cast of dice,Ill turn of fate,Infinite wait.Hell of chill and cold,Glaciers which winds cannot even mould,Nobody might hope to pass,Across the infernal frozen mass.Forbidden ways,Unsung lays,Untrodden routes,Sad pipes, grievous flutes.The sole immortal foot may journey unscathed,For nought fears their flesh, dreaded by devils and hated,'Tis the bridge, the road to bliss,Behind the greatest wall, where every flaw Good may fix.
Grand clash,Before the dwarf's hold,Looming ash,As though one fought tenfold.Raging battle,Facing the gate,Alas, not mere scuffle,Tuned with miners' own trait.Five contenders,The Lonely Mountain ails,None surrenders,As the Good wails.Ranks of evil,Conjured to hurt,Led by some awful devil,Yet, partaking was well worth.Dwarves usurped,Wood-elves their foes entangle,In the midst and heat, severely warped,Eagle claws which tear and mangle.
Each night I see,I dream and wish,Heartfelt plea,Free me from the leash.The chain of terror,Binding my soul,Clear this horror,Plain and whole.Thou wert to do right,My Star-queen,If my spirit were held tight,Fain long I to reach the unseen.Beyond this my flawed world,Welcomed in the City of Bells,Where thou rulest over gold,And ever makest bright thy wells.
Ere you cease your telling,There's something you need know about this dwelling,Respectable land of the Half-man,Listen quiet, then.Often is the stranger deemed nice,Except for a wee vice,To take the labour of ours for granted,Denying the silver we justly wanted.
Henceforth shall you walk in the dark,Dear traveller, and your ill fate mark,Should you take the path under withered trees,Which brings afar, whence the decent flees.Behold the marred fortress,Kept at bay by the spells of the forest's goddess,Our prime Lady and guide,Here reigns her power, broad and wide.Those eerie dungeons divide Lórien from woe,There awoke once the foe,The tale's vicious enemy,Wearing the cloth of lies and ignominy.
Snare, snare,Out of the lair,Creeps the wily beast,Nasty wind and thick mist.Safe it is not, abroad,For the Hobbit to elect that dreary road,Passing away, lone and farther,Bidding farewell to this our border.
Renouncing riches and wealth,Praying dearly for good,Hoping for fine health,Be it creature or green wood.I shall forswear,I shall oppose deceit,Breaking the night-mare,Undoing the chain caging my wit.I daresay,Thou wilt act soon,There's not aught else we may,Prior the full moon.Sovereign of the firmament,Ruler of starred skiesTrust we thy judgement,Ever-true, ever-wise.
By the shore, he wanders sorrowful,Lamenting the fate, tragic and mournful,So gets his memory remorseful,Singing melancholic and wistful.
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Thema: Antique Lyrics of Arda (Gelesen 174839 mal)
