Edain 4.7.2 veröffentlicht! / Edain 4.7.2 released!
A hole in the ground, where dwells the buoyant Hobbit,Fancying not action, but rather fresh milk and tasty rabbit,Rejoicing at the merry state of their green land,Whence only happy vibes its inhabitants send.
All beseemed to fare well and sound,Up north, where Elendil safe refuge had then found,Thence, a grand northern realm was to thrive,Keeping the fortunes of Men secure and their hope alive.Until a fell wind blew away such joyful pride,Internal strife devoured the kingdom from within, sparing neither lord nor side,As hail had turned into devilish blizzard,At the command of a mysterious wicked wizard.
Take the way of the haunted mountain,Source of grudge, and of regret fountain,Traitors lie therein, awaiting the seemingly lost heir,He who may free them from torture, restoring the right and fair.So we can have the deadliest weapon up our sleeve,Maidens shall sew triumph and victory weave,None could ever hinder the passage of a phantom-host,Which greatly seeks revenge and vengeance for the most.
Gifted with thy comfort,Night may we bear,Flaws out we sort,Honouring thee, ever-fair.Aye, Queen of Starlight,Ruling peoples and skies,For none dare oppose thy all-might,Thou who art clear of lies.
Nay, stay away from sight!What dost thou do here, haunting us as sinister wight?Men are seldom welcome inside this very green land,And very few actually know the place, having other fiefdoms to command.Betwixt wood and shore,Here is our hidden lore,Folks deemed often lesser,Albeit merrier than most, and never grosser.
Below the white rings of wall,As shadows cover the world and suddenly fall,Pikes and filth lay siege to the Sentry Tower,Whose sad dwellers now flee for their lives and awfully cower.
Quiet, young lad, these borders know not danger,Ever guards and watches the wary ranger,Tree guardians of old, at the service of the sorceress,Preserving what lives and grows, for here is no wilderness.A potent Elf-witch, versed with spells,In the heart of her golden domain she dwells,No strange philtre she needs, no magic wand,The coldest heart she easily wins, being souls of her much fond.
Lest we be not to prevail,Lest our fine ship astray sail,Lest we not do what it ought,Lest it all be for nought.Maker of Stars, await we thy last test,For always must faith be proved above all rest,Hoping to cross the sundering blue,Towards Valinor the Splendid, may our heart be true.
Calm nights are the sole burden here, past twilight,I suppose that abroad much ill befalls in the dark, without the gift of foresight,For very plain is it to see, how foreign ones dread a lot the shadow,In both city and farm, in both coast and meadow.While starred skies bother not the Shire,So shall it be, so was it prior,Within the fences of our delightful field,Where hardly ever should one any blade wield.
We will not forget,The foes that did us wrong and troubles still beget,Avenged shall be the weeping squire,Iron we'll meet with iron, fire with fire.
Do not be afraid of knowing more,To delve into secret and antique lore,Songs and lays of yore might take one thither,To wisdom and wit, which time may not weaken or make wither.Hence, let your mind ready and open,To read the joys of kingdoms, or tragedy occurring often,Ages dispersed in wind and dust, afar from these sad dreary times,Vile is the spirit that despises verses and rhymes.
Thou, Queen of Hearts,Strike mine with thy darts,Thus shall I bring glory to thy name,And glare in holiness same.
So jolly herein,Well fatter than thin,Never empty is the glass,Days run and pains pass.
Serene rests the brave king,His soul soared high, as endowed with wide wing,The hall is silent, apart from royal mourning,The sad Dwarven monarch still holds his blade, serving as glowing warning.
Back he came, for everyone's sake,After falling in deep dark, down to a hidden lake,Beneath the very abyss of the mines,The mage stands now mighty, ready to dare evil and all its kinds.