Edain 4.7.2 veröffentlicht! / Edain 4.7.2 released!
The Mountain shall her pass conceal,To stun the traveller on wheel,Or freeze the feet of prouder guestAbout the baleful crimson crest.A dormant Forest harbours wrathAnd trees she herds on sylvan path,Awaiting some to loud acclaimThe fall of axes, made to maim.Another power fain residesNear the root of peaceful tides,Deep within a vale of mirth:Abode of nature's beaming birth.Horrors lurk underneath,Where have mourners placed a wreathFor the honouring of mines,Inside the cave; below the pines.'Tis one sort of elder might,Born afore the starry night;Ere evilness befell.Ere Angels crafted bell.
Flawless Elda, now bespeak:What were shadows then to wreak?Which the semblance of thy scare,Haunting dream and mirthless mare?By the Lake the First awoke,Blooming goodness of a folk;Astir they Wonders thus beheld,When Varda's radiance cloud had felled.Yet peril lay, in ore enshrined.Round frigid heights, by foulness mined.Thence came a Ghoul, a gruesome Wight,Ordained to mar the starlit night.The darksome Fiend of our taleCrept unseen, at end of dale;He took the unwary unto caveFor evil work of art so grave.Wherefore Children turned to beast,Doomed on flesh to wildly feast.Monstrous ogres rose from pit,Serving demon's malice-writ.Ere the Knight vastness rode,Seeking Fairies, right in mode,Ye encountered Him of old:Wicked Rider, black and bold.Cunning captor, willed to chainThine eternity with pain,Deeming very better deedThe vile unmaking of one's creed.Manwë's Lightning struck his fort,Smiting devilry and dirt.Heavens thundered; reddened skies;Shires relished, shorn of lies.'Twas the Lay of sunless time,Sung in verse, entailing rhyme.Epic story, fine to treasure,Shall in sureness win thy pleasure.O my dweller, hither come!Hark the trumpet! Hail the drum!March in Valimar the Great,Ever-Mistress of thy fate!
Inside the GreenAn ageless FayIs known as beingOf olden day.Revere the Dame!Obey the Lord!So grand a fameSurpasses word.No trace of toilUpon her face;No barren soilFor Elven-grace.It ill behovesMen abroadTo hail as covesQueens to laud.Tall and white,She will divineEncroaching frightOr omen-sign.
Last of ancient royal blood!A lonesome wandering in reed;Accustomed well to mire-weed;The untidy pilgrim, sunk in mud.A shack he finds arightTo shelter eyes and feet,Relying on the nightTo cool diurnal heat.Some sacred lore inhabitsThe sentinel of limits.It brings us back to you,O sea-lord ruling blue!
I question stars to tell me all.What happens, pray, behind that wall?Which foul device assume of illHis feral monsters, bred to kill?I covet ken and keener gaze;I wish I knew such land of blaze.They spoke of glaring flame therein;Fell it grew. We may not win.I long for craft to wisely showThe fiery wave. The molten flow.The Seeing Stones, I here confide,Will plain reveal the opposing side.I have observed perennial dullness;It fed a malice: woeful vileness.I fear the Tower, his dreary seat;The ash is ruin to corn and wheat.I lie distressed, rent and torn.The Steward governs, yet forlorn.Anguish shall corrode my trust,Akin to rocks, then ground to dust.
The glass we raise to cheerA wiseman, brave and dear,In hour apt for fun,When hazard we fain shun.May beer abound!Fill the jugs around!Hobbits yearn remembrance,Glad in mode and semblance.Be it fest to ever hailAs event befalling vale,Where we cherish quiet life,Faraway and void of strife.Ah, the joys of queer story,Firelit and fraught with glory!Troll and drake us await,Once provisioned, till we're sate.Many tales endearing ears,Meant to stir the common's fears,Albeit willing to discloseForeign tidings, full of woes.
Gone, decayed. 'Twas the fate of Light.A sudden coldness fell, inviting sombre night.Two Trees had risen, the miracle of Powers,Enshrined herein secure, behind mighty towers.The Enemy knew well, to deal the fatal strike,Assisted by a Beast, kindred fiend alike.They ventured unto fields, pure and blessing-laden,Intent to poison Green, defying Lord and Maiden.Swathing chill occurred, gripping Havens faint.Grieving sailors wept, for the scourge of taint.Noon had soon eclipsed, as a waning dream,Leaving Elves adrift, by the ocean's stream."Stay thy bursting ire, Noldo of the West!Thou mayest not prevail, nor higher kinds contest!"Saith thus the Ancient King, sovereign ever-just;He shall reign supreme, evermore to last.
Paper wisely stowed,In the ancient mode,Findeth proper usePast the River's blues.Mesmerising hue;Gleaming summer-dew.An anointed RavineMuch inspireth craving.Might another kingdomTreasure equal saintdom?Might a fairer shrineOffer food and wine?Not on dying Shore,Deeply scarred afore,Shall we have a placeVying so by grace.Books conserve the lay,Sung in olden Day,At the time of mightAnd relentless plight.
'The Foray for the Flower'In the gravest hour,Thitherto presentedBy the fate resented.Happed in truth a deedOff the Isle of Greed,Strangled by the sinFestering therein.So we call the tale!Him we shall bewail!Afore the Ruling RingWe need his merit sing.Under sham disguise,Passing guard and lies,Climbed the Prince a tower:Seat of cruel power.Ere the fiendish PriestSwung his deadly fist,Took the Heir with himSeed decayed dim.It was a feeble piece,Reminiscent of the Bliss,Brought of old aboardFrom the Land of Lord.Then a Sapling grewIn the World of Rue,There to well remindOf a grander kind.
I pray to staunch confideIn fiercest knightly ride;I pray and skies beseechTo silence raven-screech.'Tis time: release the braid!The rider chains unmade.I wave and spur the reinsTowards my ruthless banes.Horsemen, forth ye charge!Wearisome and largeHath the raider's furyWanted us to bury.It doth me regal honourTo anew display the colour.It did me tenfold gladderTo set aflame the ladder.The Deep we shan't forsake.Ruin the Sun! Wake the drake!I were to blemish all,If ogres broke the wall.
Winding through the fen,Passing lair and den,Slumber there some fells:Lonely holly-dells.Harpers used to findGreat delight of mindBy recounting fainElder wright-domain.Glorious smiths were proudTo labour all around;Beryls came to be,East beyond the sea.Roads united ElfTo mighty Dwarrowdelf,For every tale to laud,From home to far abroad.The entrance to the mineShall open via sign:"Await the moonlit rayTo grave a door in clay."
It darkened so uncouth.From yeoman's eager mouthWas uttered cheerless odeTo ruined mount-abode.They delved alone in rock;They later fled amok.A fire burst and roared;Too deep the Dwarf had bored.Shut the ancient way,Routes we fare astrayWithout a ruling oneTo comfort Durin's son.Putrid ponds belieHorrendous cavern-cry;Rotting waters maskThe void inside the dusk.Holly spread around,Over failing ground,While disgraces loomBy the gate to doom.
Who may traverse the Dark?Who may revive the barkOf weeping sallow treesThat shiver during breeze?Some creature there residesBeneath the dirty tides,Down a sombre poolLuring but the fool.A crawling sea of snakes,As perilous as drakes;Its eyes lurk and craveThe intruder wading wave.Crossing Moria's wallUnto dreary hallShall perhaps awakenNightmares, long forsaken.One ought not to travelPaths divining evil;One had better stayOut of sullen way.
'Tis not thy serfdom or despair.'Tis not the bondage of the Fair.'Tis not a golden gaol herein.'Tis not a contest ye may win.Thou might'st not withstand the quest.Thou dost mischief to sow unrest.Thou needest now and true atone.Thou shalt repent and fight alone.We are to Shore and Isle conceal.We seek a punishment to deal.We thus decree the Regent's word.We but a King revere as lord.They fell while guarding Ship and Haven.They pearls and ports with blood had graven.They ever sang and danced of old.They greatly yearned the mortal world.I warn you all by malediction.I send my speech and not inscription.I rule the greyness of demise.I may assume the phantom-guise.
I thus the Smith forgave,If Valar willed to saveThe continent in plightFrom dull perpetual night.My vessels will departWhence mourned of grief the heart,Yet solemnly I swearTo never join the flare.No foot we are to setUpon the hither-shore;No mariner we letThat ghoulish fief explore.Remembrance burneth stillOf tragedy occurred;It then descended chill,By avarice bestirred.
Give me rain! Give me tear!Wash away deceitful smear!Send thy raging howling stormAgin the breaker of the norm!Unsullied ruler, I beseech:Whither Eagles farthest reach,Order fowls my kin to avail,Carrying messengers by gale.Grant us pardon, beg I thee,O sheerest lord beyond the sea;I dread the rumbling of thunder.Mirthless clouds me ever render.Devout I shall in faith remain,For pity nought hath done in vain,And even destinies will bendTo fateful Mariner's amend.
My peregrine old friend,I met thee long ago.Thy visits well portendTo ameliorate the woe.The pain I come to sufferInto wearied heart,When season groweth stifferAt eerie sundown-start.Of deeds I oft bethink:Of voyages afar;The much impervious brinkWe trod beneath the Star.We passed the cave for good,Inhabited by Orc.We battled evil broodThrough brave united work.My lauded fearless mage,I shall await thy coming,And wherefore will the sageAppear in radiant morning.
Gracious Harper in the night,But a Wraith commanding frightHath appeared out of gloomIn the like of speaking doom.What shall verily occur?Is the world but scare and blur?I think not, beaming sire,Lest of lie resound the lyre.Thy melody awokeMy feral mongrel-folk.The Late covet joyWhich never climes alloy.Lead us thither, thee we pray!Take the sourness away!We swear to hinder darkling being,Who much on perfidy is keen.
In sacred deity, I vow to trust;Be I to fade, reduced to dust.Elder Crown of western plain,To thee no rival might be bane.I would ye were the Prince to avail,Your mourning servant under flail,By force of thundering decreeAnd so ferocious roar of Sea.Yonder liest thou, sacrosanct and bright!Ever fowls repose, into virgin light!Redeem the fault upon the marred;Be trumpets tale of Elven-bard.Move the currents! Shake the abyss!Rout thine Enemy amiss!Whirl the wave and crack profoundSinful continents around!Which disgrace will hence destroyEvil's foul demonic ploy?Which intrigue thou art to ceaseAmid the sadly swathing pleas?
Man I love and cherish,Wishing fain to stayOut of ill or blemishIn the vile affray.Father, give him time.He shall travel north.Valour shall be rhymeGlorifying his worth.
Conflict shall betide,Ignominious and snide,Over wasting landFoundered into sand.Tribesmen proudly reignIn the midst of bane,Taming beast for useThrough deceptive ruse.
Feel! His filthy magic fadeth.Lo! Shepherd rivers wadeth.On the burnt I swore to bringWrath and havoc to the Ring.The Ring of walls embracing vale,Whose Tower drew tempestuous gale,Shall live and bear the grief of ruinUpon the Sorcerer's undoing.I freed the water from its cage,Allowing currents round to rageFor grave defeat and whole demiseBefalling quick a former Wise.Trees besieged, the keep to seize,And ended so the fetid breezeThat once emerged from under-pit:A work of treachery, not wit!The Forest spoke; woods rebelled.We crushed the stone; Orcs we felled.I bellowed stern, as potent flare:"O boundless tide, strip him bare!"
How shall I contest thy Might?The Green hath spoken, not aright.The vanquished asketh, nonetheless,That victors be not merciless.Roots aggrieved, hark me clear:I am renowned as great a seer.I glimpsed a future far awayThat grave obscurity will lay.Ye let me free! Ye let me out!I need not seed concern or doubt.Thou wonst my dwelling, I concede;What wantest thou, o Folk of Reed?But the least foolish mage,Locked inside my lonely cage,I became and now demand:May the Wizard flee this land!Greener shires lie across,Spring of dew upon the moss,Wherein the people suffer noughtThat rendered other fiefs distraught.
Fly ahead and shape assume,Over mountain, frost, and fume!You obey and quell the Fair,Ere the Princes conquer dare.'Abhorred', such is your fearsome name,Befitting well so cursed a fame,Whose terror runs and rapid spreadsAmid the Noldo's growing dreads.Aberrant fortresses you guard;They hail you lord, the foulest bard.In bondage captives waive their soul,Ignoring how to fight your thrall.Be ghoulish howl or sombre wing,Which Elven-lyres grimly sing,Your fabled evilness is taleAmong the squire in the vale.No even challenger would poseThe threat of equal mighty foes,Unless he be immune to fright,Resisting chieftains of the night.
Then quoth the Ancient King:"Before the Archangel's RingHave Powers all convenedTo punish rogue and fiend.Sedition goeth vast;It struck the High aghast.We saw not them arrive!To bliss restore we strive!Our Noon abandoned theeAnd scattered waves at seaShall carry Elven-folkWhere equilibrium broke.Thy quest will augur illBeyond the grinding Chill,For greedy crafters seekTo claim the mortal creek.Thereto wilt thou fare,Hunting pit and lair,Viler yet might doThose denying their rue."
Thus responded Rebels:"Woe to outer evils!Hence we part in faith,So our Monarch saith.Chiselling and gravingNever smothered craving,As we since partookRound untainted brook.Joined have we the Light,Sound from foreign fright,Finding great reliefIn the Wondrous Fief.Yet a gaol is gaol,Albeit sung in tale;Albeit wrought of gold,Serfdom shall unfold.Bane thy Country smote!Vessels rest afloat,Moored in vain to portAt the Sailor's fort."