Edain 4.7.2 veröffentlicht! / Edain 4.7.2 released!
A gem among her blessed folk,Beside the suffering she'll ever walk,Riding fast in the gleaming night,Bearer of mercy and holy light.
My lord of grand deed,Accept, I beg, this my vow,Soon-to-blossom seed,To defend thee I swear now.Thy realm hath found,A new servant of will,Hearken, ye devils around,The tiny guard shall fight in fire and chill.
Higher than mount or wall,The Blue Titan rises in storm,From beneath the seas, from his deep hall,Calming the waters with music, making the cold warm.
So, behold thou, the seat of Might!Beyond cloud and height,Above splendour and marvel,Thence the King decreeth words and chooseth well.
A mine, fountain of riches,One-time crossroad of old,In no way to adventure into, as everybody beseeches,Lest evil unfold.A mine, not a tomb,Merry past, not sorrowful doom,Now rest the dead quiet, life out has worn,Tale to bear in heart and tearfully mourn.
The broken way ahead,Such staggering a sight,Despoiled treasure, lying sad,Severed bridge in plight.The remnants of craft,Grand doing of old,Touched by greed and lust,Yet fabled strong and bold.The greatest jewel of Dwarves,Dug long, carved without pause,Pride which hides naught and ever shows,Fallen, at last, trapped in fangs and claws.Therein, evil anew awoke,For avarice rarely forgives,And often one binds under yoke,Deep down, where grow not leaves.
Thou, Bane of Earth,Reveal to me what knowing is worth,Together, these two towers shall rise above all,As thou art to commence the war which Arda shall bind to fall.
The Exiled shall have his throne anew,Too long has he walked the woods amidst the morning dew,Tasting the rough savour of hare stew,Accustomed to wildness among his loyal few.
Fell and loathsome like few before,Callous as only nasty lords in dire lore,His coming freezes green and conjures ice,A beacon of sinister ones, lured by sham faith and vice.
Hurrying with haste, passing by bush and thicket,The wizard's watch on woods scares a lot the wicked,For his odd soul has even won the heart of beasts,Conjuring aiding spells when his rod's top he twists.
Behold the mighty Flame of the West!Prime blade, be it of much avail for the quest!Shards of what was once broken, and later forgotten by fools,With this you may conquer the hardest temper and subjugate ghouls.
Offspring going back very far in the past,At the time of endless mornings which eternal would last,The worst demon then besieged that perennial noon,And her awful brood crawls now unseen along the spooky City of Moon.
Tend the wound and wipe the curse,From a prideful woman who long has battled on her swift horse,Ranger, chant the melody anew,The blessing of your western people, sages of science known solely among few.
Much and long have the Noldor fought,To keep the foul North at bay, besieging the Enemy, trapped and caught,Shields were shattered, as glowed swords in an age bygone,Eventually, victory shone clear, albeit hardly won.
Ride! Ride facing ruin and just clash!Giant beasts bar the path, their horns armours slash,May the knight not stray and so his high-born,Until the foe is crushed for good and torn.