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Naegling
What change is greater than Life and Death?
Sing to me oh lovely muse!
Sing to me a tale of life and death
Sing to me a tale of Good and Evil
Sing to me a tale of victory!
In an epic age of Sorcerers and Kings
an evil Dragon was fought and slain
by the Humans, Elves, Dwarves, and Orcs
With a great sword made from the ore
at the core of Middle Earth.
What fate brought those together
who have warred through the ages?
What fate has sung through the souls
of those who triumphed courageous?
That sword of fate which conquered all
passed down through the aeons.
Used by those great heroes of old
who even legend has long forgotten.
A weapon which old Hrothgar would envy.
Naegling, old and gray yet shining bright
Slicing through endless shades of night
Piercing forth to the infinite fight
Rending the fates of all who wield
into pieces which were left far afield
What fate has kept the light astray
from seeking that truth of victory?
What fate held such deep confidence
misplaced in the worst of ways?
The nameless White Wizard, from a moment
far beyond the ancient myths of Isengard
rode far and wide collecting the oaths.
Such was it written of the end times,
when even the Sun would hide its eyes.
Oaths given, promises kept, armies marching,
Trumpets sounding, horses stomping, life
giving of itself again to stave off death.
A decay of all that lives and suffers, yet
endures, never defeated, never hopeless.
What fate has caused this monstrosity
to rise, rising into the world of life?
What fate did send to balance the tide
Ebb and Flow of darkness and light!
This ancient beast born before the dawn
of time, a celestial horror which has given
even the bravest of warriors a deadly
fright, perched atop the highest mountain
gazing upon the world, a meal sublime...
Nidhoggr who broke forth from the roots
imprisoned beneath The Tree of Life
found itself a moments respite
by which revenge could be ripped
from the hearts of mankind.
What fate has brought these armies
from far and wide, marching onward
to their certain doom with even stride.
Closer to the great mountain they ride
a battle by which the world may die
The White Wizard rode into the deep
Cavern of Souls, into the nether core,
an acrid trench which claims all in
the end. Deeper and deeper to find
what may mend the balance again
Trials three to unravel destiny.
Three task beyond logic and reason.
Infernal tasks; bittersweet harmony:
Facing the Truth
Slaying the Shadow
Retrieving the Star
What fate will keep the rising
dread from this tale of ages?
What fate follows this Wizard
driving him to c'thonic madness?
Truth of life, truth of death
Truth of light, truth of dark
Truth of bliss, truth of pain
A boundless truth.
The Sight of All that is.
This Wizard saw the truth and wept...
Down further, deeper, colder, darker
The Shadow of all Shadows, a form
familiar, yet horrible in its inspiration
The White Wizard saw his own face
The Black Wizard smiled gently
Strike for Strike, blow for blow
Power for Power, a battle raged on
Cosmic forces clashing, opposites
rejecting, reality crashing.
The Black Wizard smiled gently...
Neither can live while the other thrives.
A bitter triumph creates a broken spirit
yet this spirit fights on! To the core
of Middle Earth the Wizard arrives!
A sight seen beyond all beauty
A fair Star slumbering, waiting, dreaming.
This Star's beauty unmatched, her form
wavering in the illumination of his staff,
bosom rising and falling with every breath.
The Wizard sat enchanted and heartbroken.
How can she be the key?
Awakened this star did, she gazed upon
him, a single tear fell from her eyes as
her destiny was to now die.
A death to bring life.
A key to victory.
An end to this Draconic strife.
Their hearts intertwined, this lonely
Star felt herself become cold and gray.
An adamantine metal she became.
Merged with the shadow, forged by
the Truth. Naegling was born.
Wielding his love this Wizard
rode forth, from the darkness
into the light he soared.
Towards the great mountain
to vanquish that evil forevermore.
What fate has brought this end?
What fate has brought this end?
The armies clashed with Nidhoggr
It's mighty breath scorched the ground
It's mighty claws sundered their armor
It's mighty teeth devoured them alive
What fate hath given them no hope to survive?
At long last the Wizard had arrived!
Naegling shining so incredibly bright
Towards the great beast he rode
Thrusting the mighty sword into
the heart of his greatest foe!
A keening sound of life and death
sounded forth, stopping every breath
All looked on in horror and awe
As this mighty dragon devoured
the Wizard into its gaping maw
Together they were pulled back
into the realm of the roots, a prison
where together they shall dwell.
Yet a victory it was for without
his star, any place is a living hell.
Naegling, the Star Sword fell
down to the scorched ground
and among the armies they saw
a faint tear glistening down
the blade, as if saying,
So long... My love....So long......
Reverently they placed the sword
away, deep in the fortress of Hygelac
to be passed to the next hero
that will come to save the day....
What change is greater than Life and Death?
Sing to me oh lovely muse!
Sing to me a tale of life and death
Sing to me a tale of Good and Evil
Sing to me a tale of victory!
In an epic age of Sorcerers and Kings
an evil Dragon was fought and slain
by the Humans, Elves, Dwarves, and Orcs
With a great sword made from the ore
at the core of Middle Earth.
What fate brought those together
who have warred through the ages?
What fate has sung through the souls
of those who triumphed courageous?
That sword of fate which conquered all
passed down through the aeons.
Used by those great heroes of old
who even legend has long forgotten.
A weapon which old Hrothgar would envy.
Naegling, old and gray yet shining bright
Slicing through endless shades of night
Piercing forth to the infinite fight
Rending the fates of all who wield
into pieces which were left far afield
What fate has kept the light astray
from seeking that truth of victory?
What fate held such deep confidence
misplaced in the worst of ways?
The nameless White Wizard, from a moment
far beyond the ancient myths of Isengard
rode far and wide collecting the oaths.
Such was it written of the end times,
when even the Sun would hide its eyes.
Oaths given, promises kept, armies marching,
Trumpets sounding, horses stomping, life
giving of itself again to stave off death.
A decay of all that lives and suffers, yet
endures, never defeated, never hopeless.
What fate has caused this monstrosity
to rise, rising into the world of life?
What fate did send to balance the tide
Ebb and Flow of darkness and light!
This ancient beast born before the dawn
of time, a celestial horror which has given
even the bravest of warriors a deadly
fright, perched atop the highest mountain
gazing upon the world, a meal sublime...
Nidhoggr who broke forth from the roots
imprisoned beneath The Tree of Life
found itself a moments respite
by which revenge could be ripped
from the hearts of mankind.
What fate has brought these armies
from far and wide, marching onward
to their certain doom with even stride.
Closer to the great mountain they ride
a battle by which the world may die
The White Wizard rode into the deep
Cavern of Souls, into the nether core,
an acrid trench which claims all in
the end. Deeper and deeper to find
what may mend the balance again
Trials three to unravel destiny.
Three task beyond logic and reason.
Infernal tasks; bittersweet harmony:
Facing the Truth
Slaying the Shadow
Retrieving the Star
What fate will keep the rising
dread from this tale of ages?
What fate follows this Wizard
driving him to c'thonic madness?
Truth of life, truth of death
Truth of light, truth of dark
Truth of bliss, truth of pain
A boundless truth.
The Sight of All that is.
This Wizard saw the truth and wept...
Down further, deeper, colder, darker
The Shadow of all Shadows, a form
familiar, yet horrible in its inspiration
The White Wizard saw his own face
The Black Wizard smiled gently
Strike for Strike, blow for blow
Power for Power, a battle raged on
Cosmic forces clashing, opposites
rejecting, reality crashing.
The Black Wizard smiled gently...
Neither can live while the other thrives.
A bitter triumph creates a broken spirit
yet this spirit fights on! To the core
of Middle Earth the Wizard arrives!
A sight seen beyond all beauty
A fair Star slumbering, waiting, dreaming.
This Star's beauty unmatched, her form
wavering in the illumination of his staff,
bosom rising and falling with every breath.
The Wizard sat enchanted and heartbroken.
How can she be the key?
Awakened this star did, she gazed upon
him, a single tear fell from her eyes as
her destiny was to now die.
A death to bring life.
A key to victory.
An end to this Draconic strife.
Their hearts intertwined, this lonely
Star felt herself become cold and gray.
An adamantine metal she became.
Merged with the shadow, forged by
the Truth. Naegling was born.
Wielding his love this Wizard
rode forth, from the darkness
into the light he soared.
Towards the great mountain
to vanquish that evil forevermore.
What fate has brought this end?
What fate has brought this end?
The armies clashed with Nidhoggr
It's mighty breath scorched the ground
It's mighty claws sundered their armor
It's mighty teeth devoured them alive
What fate hath given them no hope to survive?
At long last the Wizard had arrived!
Naegling shining so incredibly bright
Towards the great beast he rode
Thrusting the mighty sword into
the heart of his greatest foe!
A keening sound of life and death
sounded forth, stopping every breath
All looked on in horror and awe
As this mighty dragon devoured
the Wizard into its gaping maw
Together they were pulled back
into the realm of the roots, a prison
where together they shall dwell.
Yet a victory it was for without
his star, any place is a living hell.
Naegling, the Star Sword fell
down to the scorched ground
and among the armies they saw
a faint tear glistening down
the blade, as if saying,
So long... My love....So long......
Reverently they placed the sword
away, deep in the fortress of Hygelac
to be passed to the next hero
that will come to save the day....
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