Battle Of Evermore [o La Batalla del Pelennor (El Retorno del Rey, Tolkien)]

Led Zeppelin: Battle Of Evermore







Queen of Light took her bow
And then she turned to go,
The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom
And walked the night alone.
The Queen of Light is Eowyn, who bids Aragorn goodbye and then turns to join the Rohan army. The Prince of Peace is Aragorn, and he embraces the gloom of the Paths of the dead.

Oh, dance in the dark of night,
Sing to the morn-ing light.
The dark Lord rides in force tonight
And time will tell us all.
Obviously, either Sauron or the Leader of the Ringwraiths is the said dark Lord.

Oh, throw down your plow and hoe,
Rest not to lock your homes.
Side by side we wait the might
Of the darkest of them all.
At the start of the seige of Gondor, the workers on the fields flee to the Tower for protection. Then, the citizens watch and wait for the onslaught of Mordor to arrive.

I hear the horses' thunder
Down in the valley below,
I'm waiting for the angels of Avalon,
Waiting for the eastern glow.
This is self-explanatory. Curiously, though, there is no mention of Avalon in any of Tolkien's works.

The apples of the valley hold
The seeds of happiness,
The ground is rich from tender care,
Repay, do not forget, no, no.
Oh, dance in the dark of night,
Sing to the morning light.

The apples turn to brown and black,
The tyrant's face is red.

Oh the war is common cry,
Pick up you swords and fly.
The sky is filled with good and bad
That mortals never know.
There are Ringwraiths swarming around Gondor, little of whom any of the men of Gondor know.

Oh, well, the night is long
The beads of time pass slow,
Tired eyes on the sunrise,
Waiting for the eastern glow.
Another self-explanatory line, speaking of the soldiers waiting for the blackness of Mordor to fall away.

The pain of war cannot exceed
The woe of aftermath,
The drums will shake the castle wall,
The ringwraiths ride in black,
Ride on.
The use of the term"ringwraith" is the concrete evidence of this song's relation to Tolkien, since JRR Tolkien coined the particular word.

Sing as you raise your bow,
Shoot straighter than before.
No comfort has the fire at night
That lights the face so cold.
Gondor begins to fall behind some as the battle progresses, and they all know something dramatic must occur for their victory to take place.

Oh dance in the dark of night,
Sing to the mornin' light.
The magic runes are writ in gold
To bring the balance back.
Bring it back.
There are two schools of thought on this line. Frodo's Ring has magic runes, and when it is destroyed, the balance of power in the world is restored. Also, Merry's sword has runes written on it, and his stabbing the Leader of the Ringwraiths restores the balance of power in the battle.

At last the sun is shining,
The clouds of blue roll by,
With flames from the dragon of darkness
The sunlight blinds his eyes.
The first half of this verse talks about how, when the battle is won, the sky clears again, as the blackness of Mordor again retreats to its homeland. The second half remains a mystery. It is most likely stating metaphorically that Sauron's army must retreat as the sun rises again.


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Con estos días tan asquerosos no me inspira absolutamente nada. Estoy apática, vaga, tristona... vamos: hecha una mierda...
Tampoco tengo mucho de lo que quejarme, si no al menos estaría de bajón y me pasaría las mañanas escribiendo cosas, haciendo algo medianamente productivo con el cerebro. Pero ni eso. Apenas me da por escuchar música [eso no es precisamente normal en mí], aunque no me viene del todo mal, porque cada vez subo más el volumen del mete3pies y cada vez oigo menos u.u, debo tener los oídos destrozados...

Si de algo tengo queja es del tiempo, y eso no tiene remedio. Ayer me empapé mientras salía a sacar dinero, encima de calarme el cajero me devolvió tarjeta y recibo, mas no la pasta, y no sabía que hacer en medio del puto aguacero porque lo único en lo que pensaba era en buscar cualquier sitio con techo ya que la capucha de tela no me estaba sirviendo absolutamente para nada. Mis agradecimientos a aquellos dos polis que salieron de su 'hueco-bajo-el-toldo-de-la-tienda' para explicarme lo que debía hacer, mojándose de arriba a abajo [porque de abajo a arriba es un poco difícil, todo sea dicho...].
Y bueno, pues caca de día, y de no ser porque subí al pueblo con las amigas a ver a Sarita e hicimos bastante el hostias [hasta nos dio su padre orujo de grosella, casero, mu rico ^^], pues habría acabado hasta los peludos.


Ahora me parece que tendré que salir a pillar un regalillo a mi hermano redondo porque mañana es su cumple y mañana no me da tiempo, porque salgo a las 4 y a las 5 y media salgo pa' Madrid, y en ese tiempo tengo que llenar el buche y asear mi persona, que del curro salgo hecha una guarrada.
Después a por el billete, y luego quedaré en alguna terracita, que parece que hoy se queda el sol con nosotros un poco más de tiempo.


Y para no tener pensado escribir nada, ya llevo bastante xD


¡¡¡MIERDA!!! También tengo que ir a devolver los libros a la biblio!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mañana es el último día!!!! T____T Bueno, ya los llevaré, me da igual la multa, no tenía pensado sacar nada más en una temporada...


Un besaco, tontacos. Si no firmo por casi ningún lao disculpadme, peo estoy faltosa de ingenio pa' escribir ná. Aunque os leo ^^u

Ña! Chauuuuu ^3^