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**The Saucepan Man** · 05-05-2004, 03:17 AM

Oui. D'accord. Allez, H-I.

HerenIstarion · 05-05-2004, 04:07 AM

next one, than:

Quote:

The President over the oakery
The President of molten fat
The servant of wooden bakery
Have gone from where he sat

His shoes have been downtrodden
His pipes've been snapped in two
His shack with flood was sodden
His creed gone to the blue

The desert filled his tillages
The sand mounts o'er the moon
Privation seized his villages
His lead is kept by loon

The lakes are dried in sorrow
The rivers're bleak and wet
All glee have gone from morrow
He's gone from where he sat!

Lord of Angmar · 05-05-2004, 07:42 AM

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The King beneath the mountains,
The King of carven stone,
The lord of silver fountains
Shall come into his own!

His crown shall be upholden,
His harp shall be restrung,
His halls shall echo golden
To songs of yore re-sung.

The woods shall wave on mountains
And grass beneath the sun
His wealth shall flow in fountains
And the river golden run.

The streams shall run in gladness,
The lakes shall shine and burn,
All sorrow fail and sadness
At the Mountain-king's return!

HerenIstarion · 05-05-2004, 10:49 PM

Spot on

Proceed

Lord of Angmar · 05-06-2004, 03:33 PM

Greetings they chant to snow and haze!
For fire won't crackle and hearth won't blaze,
They may just stay beyond this night
Far from home and out of sight.

From Dwarrowdelf, where none now dwell
To foggy forest o'er golden dell
In grass and glen they squat in rest
To their staying none protest.

No friends they've found, nor seek at last
Along hard ground they've swiftly passed
Abruptly was their leisure ended
Their anger roused, they were upended.

Now they respite, Now they respite,
They sit awaiting starry night.

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Excellent, er, 'reverse translation', H-I. I particularly enjoyed "The President of molten fat"!

HerenIstarion · 05-07-2004, 12:15 AM

and that was hobbit travel song:

Quote:

Farewell we call to hearth and hall!
Though wind may blow and rain may fall,
We must away ere break of day
Far over wood and mountain tall.

To Rivendell, where Elves yet dwell
In glades beneath the misty fell,
Through moor and waste we ride in haste,
And whither then we cannot tell.

With foes ahead, behind us dread,
Beneath the sky shall be our bed,
Until at last our toil be passed,
Our journey done, our errand sped.

We must away! We must away!
We ride before the break of day!

05-05-2004, 03:17 AM	#1
The Saucepan Man Corpus Cacophonous Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: A green and pleasant land Posts: 8,390	Oui. D'accord. Allez, H-I. __________________ Do you mind? I'm busy doing the fishstick. It's a very delicate state of mind!

05-05-2004, 10:49 PM	#4
HerenIstarion Deadnight Chanter Join Date: Sep 2000 Posts: 4,244	Spot on Proceed __________________ Egroeg Ihkhsal - Would you believe in the love at first sight? - Yes I'm certain that it happens all the time!

05-06-2004, 03:33 PM	#5
Lord of Angmar Tyrannus Incorporalis Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: the North Posts: 833	Greetings they chant to snow and haze! For fire won't crackle and hearth won't blaze, They may just stay beyond this night Far from home and out of sight. From Dwarrowdelf, where none now dwell To foggy forest o'er golden dell In grass and glen they squat in rest To their staying none protest. No friends they've found, nor seek at last Along hard ground they've swiftly passed Abruptly was their leisure ended Their anger roused, they were upended. Now they respite, Now they respite, They sit awaiting starry night. ======================== Excellent, er, 'reverse translation', H-I. I particularly enjoyed "The President of molten fat"! __________________ ...where the instrument of intelligence is added to brute power and evil will, mankind is powerless in its own defence. Last edited by Lord of Angmar; 05-06-2004 at 04:31 PM.