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| - | ====== Orcish lullaby from Lay of Leithian ====== | ||
| - | I’ll sing ye famous song, how in the days of yore, | ||
| - | When flat was our world, when Rings have not yet been made, | ||
| - | Our first Dark Lord defeated was by Elfin maid, | ||
| - | Where others failed; Tinúviel was name of her. | ||
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| - | Idea of making a lullaby from Lay of Leithian came to me after reading a Russian translation of "Beren and Luthien" | ||
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| - | It also reflects Tolkien' | ||
| - | > The Shadow that bred them can only mock, it cannot make: not real new things of its own. | ||
| - | > //(Frodo to Sam about Orcs, LOTR, ROTK)// | ||
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| - | > Melkor spent his spirit in envy and hate, until at last he could make nothing save in mockery of the thought of others... | ||
| - | > // | ||
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| - | So, most of the text was taken directly from Lay of Leithian, but with lines and words inside of them re-arranged. Out of 500 words over 300 were " | ||
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| - | ===== English text ===== | ||
| - | | Why won’t you sleep? Loud is Angband. | | | ||
| - | | All day and night there hammers pound. | | | ||
| - | | The rumour thunders in the forges | | | ||
| - | | Built deep in Thangorodrim’s gorges. | | | ||
| - | | A burning wind there roaring blows, | 3853 | | ||
| - | | Foul vapours up from gaping holes, | 3854 | | ||
| - | | Where wretched captives cry in pain | 3865 | | ||
| - | | Amid the iron clink of chain | 3864 | | ||
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| - | | Soon, soon it will be slowly changed: | 3962 | | ||
| - | | The elven witch in raiment strange, | 3963 | | ||
| - | | Batlike, will secretly here fly, | 3963 | | ||
| - | | Bloodthirsty snobbish wood-sprites’ spy, | | | ||
| - | | To Morgoth’s hall, where splendid feast | 3876 | | ||
| - | | He holds, and drinks the blood of beast | 3877 | | ||
| - | | And lives of Men, she’ll boldly raid: | 3878 | | ||
| - | | Her eyes will blaze with flame and hate. | | | ||
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| - | enmeshed with woven spells of sleep, | ||
| - | as round the dark void she will reel, 4070 | ||
| - | And hidden garment she’ll reveal 3968, | ||
| - | With starlight caught in elvish veil 3969 | ||
| - | Which glimmers in Angband’s halls pale. 3968 | ||
| - | Dim dreams and faint oblivious sleep 3970 | ||
| - | Will softly fall on dungeons deep, 3971 | ||
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| - | And smell of Doriath’s flowers 3972 | ||
| - | Will cloud fiery glowing towers. | ||
| - | Then softly she’ll begin to sing 3978 | ||
| - | A theme of sleep and slumbering. 3979 | ||
| - | The fires of Angband will flare and die, 3984 | ||
| - | smouldered into darkness; through the high 3985 | ||
| - | and hollow halls there' | ||
| - | the shadows of the underworld. 3987 | ||
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| - | Wandering, woven with deeper spell, 3980 | ||
| - | her voice all maws and hearts will quell. 4082 | ||
| - | Down crumpled orcs, down hungry beasts 4080 / 4170 | ||
| - | turned in their dreams of lavish feasts; | ||
| - | the fires of heart and maw are still, | ||
| - | soothed by enchanting bird-like thrill 4083 | ||
| - | in sleep uneasy Balrogs stir; | ||
| - | all lulled by sorcery of her. | ||
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| - | And as her song begins anew 4062 | ||
| - | And soft comes dropping like a dew 4063 | ||
| - | That falls from ceiling of that dome | ||
| - | And grows to seething silver foam | ||
| - | Of loudly rumbling rapid streams, 4066 | ||
| - | pale falling in dark pools of dreams, | ||
| - | A heart-enthralling dance she winds 4059, | ||
| - | To calm the servants restless minds. | ||
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| - | All movement stops, and sound ceases, | ||
| - | Save Orcs’ and beasts’ slumberous wheezes, | ||
| - | All eyes were quenched, save those that glared 4086 | ||
| - | in gloomy Morgoth’s face and stared 4087 | ||
| - | At elvish beauty, frail and false | ||
| - | Bewitching in the great vast halls | ||
| - | in slowly wandering wonder round, | ||
| - | All were in enchantment bound. 4089 | ||
| - | Like stars the Silmarils glittered, | ||
| - | From Dark Lord’s crown they down flittered 4135 | ||
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| - | Then flaring suddenly they fell, | ||
| - | upon the floors of Iron Hell. | ||
| - | The dark and mighty head was bowed; | ||
| - | like mountain-top beneath a cloud | ||
| - | the shoulders foundered, the vast form | ||
| - | crashed, as in overwhelming storm | ||
| - | huge cliffs in ruin slide and fall; | ||
| - | and prone lay Morgoth in his hall. | ||
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| - | All eyes are quenched, all heads are bowed; 4081 | ||
| - | Sleeps crumpled Orc, sleeps Balrog proud; | ||
| - | The wolves like corpses foul are strewn, | ||
| - | No more they howling on the Moon. 4175 | ||
| - | Sleep adders, lay like twisted stone, | ||
| - | Lays Morgoth in his hall, dream-prone 4103 (word order changed) | ||
| - | His crown there rolls upon the ground, | ||
| - | With Silmarils kindling; all sound 4092, | ||
| - | died, and a silence grew as deep 4106 | ||
| - | as were the heart of Earth asleep. 4107 | ||
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| - | All movement stayed, and all sound ceased, | ||
| - | save snoring breath of Orc and beast. 3989 | ||
| - | All eyes are quenched, all heads are bowed; 4081 | ||
| - | Sleep, child, be your bed as soft as cloud. | ||
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| - | <WRAP center round todo 60%> | ||
| - | <todo !!!> | ||
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