Antique Lyrics of Arda

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Ye have sworn an oath of ruin


Ye have sworn an oath of ruin, kin of the Smith, which no compensation to you is to bring at the end of your bloody voyage to the lands of shadows and danger,
And no mercy is going to pass through the door of the Noldor, as no mercy hath been granted to the Sea-elves that in utter horror along their havens brutal demise found.

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They daren't to leave their lair


Allegiance you are seeking for, Heir of Gondor, for the deadliest allies you need summon for the battle at the gates of the White City,
These phantoms daren't to leave their lair for the ways of the common world, having no interest in your businesses and even in the approaching final battle of this age,
They were cursed and had their honour stained by the mark of infamy and felony,
For they refused to assist the king in a time of great necessity, preferring to flee from their posts and the path of cowardice to elect.

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Thou shalt not indulge in vain ambitions


King of Númenor, thou shalt not indulge in thy vain ambitions which only ill might bode,
As thou in secrecy the life which doth not end seekest for in the most ardent of the ways,
Thou art in grave error, monarch, that thou may think that it is the very Aman to render its inhabitants immune to time and death,
Immortal the Undying Lands are indeed, for by immortal hands they were raised and the mighty Ainur them keep, along with the Eldar that sole among the Children thither may head.

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Premonition II


The night was long and ever-suffering to bear, especially due to the nightmare that my sleeping didn't want to leave in peace, and so I found myself floating and as an observer gazing from above at the events of the World, until I beheld a fell spectacle in fear and utmost agony, for thousands of Orcs were swarming from the residence of the wise wizard in Isengard, in the midst of steam and thick smoke, and they were marching fast and resolute, for the killing of the human kind and the broad breaking of the realm of whom horses proud tames and has in his government.

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Mercy they won't show


Cruel, you say? The minions of the Evil do not know anything of love and affection for other ones but themselves and whom they serve,
It is thus wrong to trust in their lesser judgement and think that piety they might hold in their heart,
Heart consumed by the venom of darkness and rotten from the very root, so that naught they may understand of such feelings which are dear to the free,
And merciless we must therefore be, for no resemblance of mercy they will show, being mere pawns in the hands of a greater evil.

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Necessity is to avail the effort


One ought not to disregard the talent that one was granted by the fates of Eä, of matter and pain,
Necessity always avails quests and the brave soul rewards,
Via miraculous means a solution might be really at hand,
If one is up to the challenge and to seize the just chance ready as never before.

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Those are mournful spirits...


Those are mournful spirits, trapped in the marshes of horror which the deadly fight had experienced,
They do not rest, nor are their corpses given relief from the persisting grief that has tainted those dangerous borders,
Man of Gondor, do not get near such open-air churchyard of lost souls, lest your life be wasted in foolish manner, when you are instead much precious for the cause of your mighty kingdom,
Hearken, travellers, away from these ghoulish graves of mud and water you must remain, for they are treacherous and to death you they wish to lead as well, being this a hazard which needn't be undertaken in any way.

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Countless tears


Countless tears have been shed and now water the lands and secretive halls in which such bloody battles have taken place, because the Dwarves yearned to conquer back the tenure of their kingdom in the vast mines of Moria, that unspeakable sorrows through time have seen, and countless were then the battles to repel the invaders up to their foul lairs, yet the Orcs of Arda are not the only antagonist of the tale, for Dwarven lords grew also greedy for gold and wealth, and their excavations they never ceased, until the fire of demons was eventually awakened in the abyss of Arda, and all knew that it would bring much ruin and of Durin's kin the bane it would turn into.

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The Eerie Forest


Branches resemble claws of the nastiest fashion,
Beasts are no more solitary or peaceful as they were before,
Poison spreads over the green ways of the woods of unfortunate destiny, while the black hand of a nameless shadow extends its influence and control seeks with hunger of dominion,
The Woodland Realm lies silent on the northern ends and resilient it stays through watchful guarding and isolated mood, and the king lost faith in the World and his own subjects suspicious made.

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Torture


Aye, Frodo, that creature was captured by Mordor and in chains brought to the fortress of malice, where infinite agony him awaited, and the ruthless touch of the Dark Lord he clearly sensed, while he suffered as never in his long unnatural life, and his captors finally found what they were in spasmodic search of, as the depleted and shattered captive managed to name the burglar that his treasure many years ago had stolen, with the fiery eye now turning to these merry shires of yours, to reclaim what is his only and always.

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Without end


The Elven kind is in utmost love for anything of the world, for they are of the world themselves and as long as Arda breathes, they shall breathe as well,
As long as Arda suffers, they shall suffer too,
As long as Arda rejoices at wellness, they shall get merry in same manner,
Their love no end has, nor border or limit which they are not to pass across, because the Elda of numerous talents he is endowed with.

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My pupil


Princess of Kôr, you are to learn from my experience the colours of magic and its multiple hues, as it serves the purposes of the holy kind and of the Eldar that greatly desire its knowledge to avail their mission in the territories that, as you have said, lie yonder.

Hither-Lands, for much they are close to the shores of Aman, and in these woods you will be taught the secret of shielding what is deemed worthy of safeguard for you, as a treasure ought to be secured from menaces of ill sort, and, whether it is a realm bathing in light, a stronghold of hard stone or a castle in grand style, these treasures shall be veiled and hidden, impenetrable the wall and magical the nature, in order to keep the marred out and the decent well sound within.

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An encircled jewel


A jewel in the ravine which hidden for the most stood,
Surrounded by the high peaks, ice and snow, as it seemed to be a much hostile place,
Yet hostile it was not, for the plain on the footsteps of such mountainous circle was what best and fertile in Beleriand one could have found, to make gold-hue wheat grow in the solitary peace of that uncommon shelter, or to establish the foundations of a realm that secluded from trouble it would remain,
And so the raising of the wonderful city had splendid beginning, guided by the fortunate fate and of a noble king the rule.

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The pass of gleams


At the gates of Kôr of many towers lieth the entrance of the green Eldamar that the Elven kind elected its sole residence and true home, while the splendour of Valinórë is kept safe within the mighty walls which the Powers many long years ago decided to make concrete and real, having no breach or weak side of which we worried could be, apart from the opening of the centre, that to the Hill leadeth, and during the Noon the gleams of the grand Trees used to make a brief foray into the outer world, albeit the skies that were out being in perennial night and darkness, as eternal light was only among the ways of the holy domain.

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The depleted lady


Her womb just gave of life the magnificent gift, a son for the lordship of the Noldor and of immense prowess too,
The child was destined to be character of tales and stories crystallised in memory and epic knowledge which the Eldar diligently save,
Thou with probable case knowest the kind of the new-born of the House of Finwë, prime and first,
Joy soon left space for grief, because the new Elf was a flame which never endeth or diminish, and the forces of his mother to the fullest it had demanded, being in need of energy to hail the world of the living and among his people be welcomed, causing the slow passing of Míriel Serindë, headed to the grey halls of Mandos, whilst her body still resteth in the gardens of Valinórë and by the ancillaries of the Valar is safeguarded.