All According to Plan, the Song of Eru

Eru Soundtrack: Richard Wagner: The Valkyrie - Ride of the Valkyries



From silence rose the primal chord, unbroken, vast, and clear,


Through the storm, the music weaves a fate you need not fear.


Though discord rages, wild and sharp, it bends beneath my hand,


For out of chaos blooms the dawn, and life shall fill the land.


The fire leaps, the waters roar, the earth resounds with might,


Yet every clash, each shattering, still turns the dark to light.


No voice can drown the song I wove, though many dare contend,


For in each fall, a greater rise, and hope that will not end.


The storm may scatter, blades may clash, the heavens shake with war,


But through the ruins sails the tune that mends forevermore.


Where shadows rage, new light shall bloom, a seed in broken stone,


For all discord, though fierce it screams, still serves the theme I own.


So ride the whirlwind, clash the skies, let fury test the true,


For every note, though sharp it cuts, shall sing the world anew.


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