Edain 4.7.2 veröffentlicht! / Edain 4.7.2 released!
In the ancient glorious MiddleStood an Island clad in riddle,Closest then to deathless strands,Revering once the Undying Lands.Erstwhile ardour vanished utter.Way was given to a Plotter.Older bonds abated slow,Yet ever making of the foe.Emptied Lords the jar of hope,Craving wealth that lay on slope,Or claiming bays as proper right,There where Men abide in fright.Foolish counsel crept its path,Wont the Crown to sway to wrath.Greedy sea-kings knew no bound,But warring horns and vengeful sound.Sailed had fleets beyond the Tide,Forbidden waves in sin to ride,Willed to wrest the Eternal FiefFrom holy rule of Arda's Chief.
O forsaken land,Marred afore and banned!Thee I wish to healFrom striking foul ordeal.A den thou wast for wraiths,Behind thy darksome gates.A shelter for his ghoulsAnd horrid deadly tools.How grave hath thus decayedThe realm that was so madeA scorching waste of sorrowBesetting now and morrow!Siege had laid a hostTo dreadful Orc and ghost,In ranks which fairly shoneBefore the Demon's throne.O sunken blighted dale!The fire-mountain's galeThou suffer'st from the timeThe earth was plunged in crime.
Twilit morrows come about.Colder nights begin to routGladder days held in glee,Of an age worn, told in plea.Fright is fast and spreading wide,Akin to malady or tide,Which very few permits to liveTo see the cheerful starry eve.Haze descends on haunted cairns;Dread is brought to dells and glens.Some confess to witness ill,Upon the eerie burial chill.Mounds begrudge the daring stranger,Deaf to warning; fool to danger.Nay, you travel not such fiendish route!From tainted ground depart your foot!'Tis real! 'Tis true! 'Tis ominous betiding!Hark well, my dear: deathly knights are riding!Yet other phantoms roam, where stored is precious token;Inside their tomb they scheme. Astir they have just woken.
Once upon a sombre timeLifeless mud and savage slimeProduced ulterior enemies of fear,Below the wizard-dwelling's tier.Underneath the olden wallsLay some ghoulish cavern-halls.Foundered deep inside the soil,There were places fiends could spoil.Serfs began to dig and mine,Guided sure by flaming signWhich burnt alight in Seeing Stones:A vile commander, King of Bones.They burrowed restless, morn and night;New servants woke, born to fight.The mage was bidden by the EyeTo muster hell, for war is nigh.May heathlands raise fort and tower!Much greater threats stare and glower.Retreat might be the win of darkness;The Istar acts, unearthing foulness.
The Ghoul ordained to layDespair across the WayOf northern kings and folks,And bound the free in yokes.O sacred wistful North!From cave they sally forth!His armies flesh devour;The Witch is wight of power.His sword is beaming red,While kingdoms writhe in dread.His dagger conjures fiendsAnd woeful roaring winds.But all is not yet lost,Though thick has grown the frost,For southern Lords arriveTo keep their twin alive.Elves traversed as wellTo battle Ice and Fell;A blizzard willed to halt,Alongside wrenching fault.
Which tiding bearest thou?Why great and valiant bow?My loved and broken Son,Have I thee justice done?Speak thy riddle, foreign mage!Old thou art, but not a sage.Thine awry plans have ill begot,Within thy foolishness and lot.Unmade the Horn, felled by beast.The journey wound too farther east.My legacy of blood, mourn shall I thy tale;This Steward owneth nought, but utter rueful wail.Yet grieving serveth none,And twilit got the Sun,Foreboding scare and night:A prelude of the fight.Thou wishest foes to comeAnd much nefarious drumTo shatter stone with dread,As like thy counsel said.A victim, shorn of evils,To sacrifice to devilsThou needest very clear,Bending doubts through fear.This mongering of doom, I call a vain attempt.Were I the one to sneer, if yeomen showed contempt?I know, indeed, whom wantest thou to reign;Thy vagabond of woods, shall never tread this lane!
Too dangerous to go,A path of reed and sloe,Which climbs over gulliesAnd stranger's garment sullies.The Hobbits fled aroundAt rider's chilling sound,Whose cry guts bestirsAmid oaks and firs.A fellow them is aidingFrom phantom, ghoul and fading.A knife yet wounded graveThe Bearer none could save.He soon was near demise.A gaze on empty eyesWas leading him astray,Where spectres wane away.Lo! A bright mirage is nigh,Which rids the sad of sigh;A damsel clad in lightOf purest sinless white.
Shall I tell thy future deed?Shall I speak of my good creed?Leastways doth recalling wellFor grimmer fate to now foretell.Ye must remember pious blood,Spilt and shed in mode of floodBedewing red the unsullied havens,Which presaged dead and famished ravens.Thou! Atone and pride forgo!Stricken swoon thou wast by Foe.Thine anguish will for long persist,While fighting Ruin of Morgoth's Fist.My grieving streams have brought me news;The Immortal found in grudge no use.And waters bar the way to seasWhich oft ye sing and mourn in pleas.Some further banes await thee yet,My stranded one, besieged by threat.A destined Messenger will mendThy vilest act about the End.
What ought to be?How greet you me?Abreast this MaidYou pass the glade.We head afar,Neath awry star,Yet King and HeirTo glory fare.You harbour one,As bright as sun,Within such heartThat won't depart.With Elven-graceWas blessed her race,Whose ancient KeepThey sorely weep.Know this, however!Mishap may severMy flesh asunder,To awful wonder.And still would I,In soar and cry,Avenge the soulOf Théoden's Hall.May heavens break!May perish sake!May surge to fameThis Rider-Dame!
In the crevice of the mountCommon folks not surmountWhat of ill there abides,Near the narrow rocky sides.'Tis a cleft in the stoneHiding cursed living bone,And the way shut remains,Lest to one happen banes.Kingly promise they reclaimSo to end perpetual blame,Staying true to the oathAt the Shadow's rapid growth.But to crowns they respond,In the name of regal bond;Thus will spectres serve againSome beleaguered fearful Men.Ghoul will turn in precious aid,When mishaps deplete the blade,To the ruin of the OrcsAnd their gruesome villain-works.
East the Hobbit-fenceShall the Road commenceWhereto errands go,Daring outer woe.There is Fairy-WoodWhich evilness withstood,And lucky ones might greetIts springing meadow-wheat.Golden glen and dale,Scarcely would you paleBefore some farther bliss,Where stories run amiss.In truth lies a HomeBeside brook and foam,And lonesome evermore,At least to common lore.Two dwell content,In land of no-lament.A Wiseman wading water;A gracious River-Daughter.
I see grand armies flowBeyond the edge aglow,Of certain sombre like,Through feral beast and pike.I glimpse in wicked plotThat downfall had begot,When Fair Ones used to treadA world devoid of dread.Beheld have I the Bane of Men!A glance at pit, cove, and den!Strife awaits. Paeans stayed.Yeomen grieve their King afraid.White Rider, much I fear!This one Hobbit's not a seer!I mayhap did forget and chanceHis black desire so to advance.Too deep a wound he wrought,That rendered me distraught;And winds I clear perceive,Advising us to leave.
On incandescent WasteWe journey ash in haste,Unto the fiery ravine,Where molten rock is waving.So weary have we grown.So large a queer unknownWe dealt with ever-stoutWhich merriment shall rout.The Mount we seek to climb,And darkest bodes the timeWhereat we dare to win,Amid despair and sin.Recall you cannot streamOr berries fine to deem;The hues of Green appearTo only stir your tear.That burden I shan't bear,For sworn have I to careAnd vows I keep as due,But carry I may you!
Thou kneelest nowBefore thy foe,To turn the prowFrom nasty woe.Thou seekest henceTo beg in vain,Yet vile offenceBegetteth pain.No writ have ITo unmake the guilt;Thine awful lieA prison built.The Iron CrownWe struck afire.I cast it downAnd smote thy Sire.O faithless Ghoul!Bestir thy mind!I am no foolWhom devils bind.Yond must ye,Repenting thus,Traverse the SeaPast water's mass.In face of Him,The Ancient King,Thy pride bedimAt Angel's Ring!
One very whisper shall bequeathThe lay untold, in mode of myth.A single murmur seething wideIs often tale of Elven-pride.Whirling seas bespeak againA painful trace of bloody ken,Since prideful Houses took the wayFrom saint-abode: besotted Bay.Swan-ships burnt, brought adrift.The price of heist headed swiftTo mortal confines, there afar,Where only glimmered Varda's Star.One very whisper may so tell.The Foe awaits: the Ever-Fell!In cold recesses nightmares wake,Too coarse and deep to whole unmake.Alas, to Sires harm was even done.The Valar wept, at surging Sun.The Smith gave in to imposing ire.His corpse now lies, consumed by fire.
Forsake the war, my fiery King!Thine offspring marched to Morgoth's Ring.Thou led'st the immortal Brethren proudAnd blew'st the trumpet broad aloud.To avenge his Theft unto despairThine armies sacked the Haven bare,Despoiling sea-folks of their ships:Soon shall ye perish by flame-whips!The boding Fate whereof I speakFore-known had been on Manwë's Peak,And times divine ulterior Scourge,For fiends in twilight shall re-surge.Agin thy Host we shall encloseThe Eternal Continent from woes.Agin thine arrogance and greedThou shalt regret rebellious deed.Forgo the chasing of the Jewel!'Tis vain revenge and hopeless duel.Before the Foe thou win'st no longer,If even thou wert threefold stronger.
What would you fear,If not the smearOf witless folks,Much versed in jokes?I beg you notTo trust the lotIndulging gladIn tale of mad.A silly talk.A foray-walkIn peasant's loreWhich happed afore.Some murmurs spread:Perfidious dread!The Dwarven-gateDecayed of late.Its halls becameA throne of flameFor creeping swarmAnd putrid form.
Orbs may die.Bards shall sigh.This my OathI cry not loth.O western seas!O yonder-breeze!Ye mayhap turnFrom Shore to burn.The Hither-Strand,By so a land,Shall thus partakeIn flood and quake.My potent Stones!On my Kin's bonesI vow to flailThe Foe of tale.His foulest fiendSuch roaring windShall never hinder,In name of Wonder.On Thee I swear!Defend from WearThe valiant Elf,Accursed himself.My Ancient King,Within thy RingDecreest thou justAnd Right to trust.Yet Angels failed.Yet Queens bewailed.Inside their ShireWas set a fire.On stainless PlainsTrod then two Banes,And lightless NightHad bound your Might.The Trees are gone.The West grew wan.Sole remnants liveOf Yester-Eve.My Relics wereThe Demon's doorTo coming whereWas laid his Lair.We sail far thither,While friendships wither.We head to Doom,While daisies bloom.
Wights afield!Bear the shield!Man the post!Slay the ghost!Upon their steed,Men's ears bleed;A cry of dreadBetokens dead.Which beast of hellMight guardians fellSo grimly fullBy devil's rule?The Knight in WhiteAssuages fright.A legate sentWho furthest went.Stay, hearken!Heavens darken!A wolf-deviceGates hammered thrice.
Aflame and bursting all around,Befell a contest on the MoundTo hail the victor of the night,Who thus prevailed by grace of might.The Wizard held himself till dawnAnd battled firm the wicked pawnThat Evil set on long pursuit,Throughout a daunting peril-route.A walking Wraith began to seekFor Little Folks about the creek,Because an Heirloom they possess:One Ring to damn and not to bless.He kept a vigil, atop that Ruin.Some distant flares were Mage's doing.In guise of lightning, yond afar,He spoke his magic, spooks to bar.No venom-dagger could succeed.No darksome Knight on ghoulish steed.The Grey bowed not to evil Rider;The Bearer succour found in Strider.
Brandish it, great Heir!No better iron mightIn perfidy and frightSecure your being from wear.At death you are to stare,While battling the Unright,Which blighted fiefdoms bareOf merriment and light.To gift the Blade I dare,At onset of despair,For well foresaw my sightThat you shall rout the night.
I pass to himThe grace I bear,Which makes me fairAnd rich of vim.I beg my blood,Descent of yore,To summon floodAt Elven-door.The sacred streamYe shall not taint,Though haps beseemTo smite us faint.The Hobbit's fine!The Wraith's amiss!We drove the NineAway from bliss.I vow to standAnd further fightThis villain-wightFrom sullen land.
The Tower's fallLay just ahead,Beyond the wallOf mindless dread.Then debris castIts woeful ruin,Along with blastAnd storm ensuing.Courageous victors.Volcanic room.Now languish spectresOf Evildoom!They shameful wane.They all surrender.Here is the bane,Hence rent asunder.His prowess tiedThat craft together;We watch it glideIn calm new weather.
So fey a Marvel happed,As Iron peasants trapped,And colour faded paleThrough thunderstorm and gale.A Sorcerer betrayedThe heathland-knight and maid,For lurid sport of crows,To feast on brutal woes.Yet feral raiders daren'tBeset the far lamentWhich golden reed pervadesWithin the enchanted glades.A mighty Elvish DameThey try in vain to tame,But fallen wizards failTo sully wood and dale.Her prodigy we ignore.That's old forbidden lore.We only gape at Light,Where dwells the Queen aright.
I see whom nature gifted well,So fair and worth a praising tell.I see whom love has dearly shownTo be the queen of this my throne.The seat of happiness herein,Where vigour dwindled very thin,For darkness left a longtime traceOn Hobbit's lovelorn kindly face.So vast a wasteland have I gone,Until my Master foes had won,Yet ever fain I found reliefFrom malice sown and wrenching grief.Delight I sought in golden lock,Which sundry birds may dare to mock.No brighter visage better glowsThan my besotted damask-rose.
Meandering about,I would then order flout,Were sentinels to unveilThe green path to the Vale.Wandering across,Amid the tender moss,We guard the western boundAnd set a watch around.Refuge give us woodsFrom much nefarious broods,Unto gleeful CountryWe serve as loyal sentry.Rangers pride in stealth,Instead of kingly wealth;Their duty they deem dear,Be they by brook or mere.We answer to the LordOf joyous dell and ford.We hail him our guide,When roads we chance to stride.
And Dragons hidTo rest amidThe lonely ChillIn sleepy will.They so reposeFrom blades and bows,Beneath the feetOf Dwarven-seat.Of greed and fireWas bane to Sire,For blaze will meltThe King who dwelt.The Drake shall soar,As did afore,And losses wreakTo Hall and Creek.The Town on LakeWill deem her sakeSuch worthy stoneTo rueful moan.***And dragons hidIn wrathful bidTo strike the ChamberOf rock and timber.The hour ranBeyond one's ken,And days would hapTill cunning trap.The Mount becameA sordid flameWhich mines had litAnd conquered wit.The weary DwarfWould walk like serf,Betraying his skillAnd dauntless will.Yet sung in rhymeFor gladder timeWas lay to soundPast vale and mound.***And dragons hidTheir serpent-lidDeep down the GoldWhich shone of old.A seer spoke,Bereft of joke,Divining fineA hopeful Sign.The rightful HeirShall climb the stair,Once cloven wiseIn Dwarven-guise.Bells will hailAround the ValeSuch gallant questIn tunes of fest.Alack, it isTo ravage treesAnd Water heatBy mountain's feet.***And dragons hidTo thence forbidThe unlucky SireFrom fleeing fire.The Snake in waitIs never sate,For always longsTo make some wrongs.Below their Wealth,By snare and stealth,One breath of doomPatrols the gloom.Shall Exiles paveTheir road to Cave,To free the keepWhich rooted deep?O risky route!O vicious loot!The Prince will takeThe throne from drake.***And dragons hidThe world to ridIn future ageOf Dwarf and sage.The Fellows treadA way unsaid,Combating illAnd outer thrill.A woodland King,Whom harpers sing,A deed much boldDeemed war for Gold.Among them foundHimself aroundA valiant Thief,Withstanding grief.The Burglar won!He now shall donThe Mail of KingsOf shiny rings.
Halls you drew from oreAt very dawn of lore,And cloven was the throneIn mountain's deepest bone.Neath the vaults of rockMasons came to mockThe kingly frown in marble,Chiselling his fable.A place to hide from monster.A dwelling used to fosterThe works of Durin's FolkWho put the mount on yoke.So fairly rich a mine,Wherein the delvers dine!So prosperous a mazeTo tell in pomp through lays!Grandlord under hill,The fates to dare you will,For Dwarven-Rings bestirA threat to cave and fir.
Algour fell on strand,Upon the blissful Land,To darken swans and PortPast consecrated fort.Fountains dried away.Grimness held the Bay.Barren Trees decayed.Chill was turned to blade.Mariners ashoreMourn the hapless lore,While tempest rises fellFrom paradise and Bell.Algid lay the Haven,White by masons graven,Until was Light anewTo wake the Kingdom's Hue.Further Ice beyondWas bare to strain the bondBetwixt righteous SireAnd Prince of Elven-squire.
It is profound dismayTo muse on vestige long,As dawns a grievous dayAnd enemies are strong.Men beseem to quailBefore the approaching storm,Known to them the flailMenacing their norm.Accustomed grew the kingTo questioning the sky,In futile hope to clingTo ancient ken or lie.Grandiose tombs were built,Embellished by remorse,Out of envious guiltTowards a greater force.Now the Steward livesTo see the fief in chain,And ruthless wester evesPreceding wrathful bane.