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The King Is Dead
“The Light is quenched, alas for us!” They screamed and ran into the wild, In Darkness minutes slowly pass, In ruined mansions gems are piled – The King is dead! “Thou Noldo, speak!” – the Highest said, “Speak, yea of nay!” His voice severe, It almost made the anger fade, But guardians came, and cried in fear: “The King is dead!” The Stones could penetrate the gloom, But nay, he won’t give them away. “To burn in flames, that is your doom! Thy mind is darkened, thou art fey – The King is dead!” “Thou fiend! hast devoured light and song! Black Foe, you wont remain unharmed! I’ll go along, I’ll drive the throng, I’ll come to thee – so take alarm! The King is dead!” That dreadful night, in floods of blood Are only words and torches lit; They throw dead bodies into mud… Yea, verily all the world is split – The King is dead! |
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