Good morning Anons.

 

The Battle for Middle Earth

 

Like a shepherd on the scattered herd

Aragorn waits on his highest tower

and sees the return of riderless horses!

In the last great battle for Middle-earth

the proud cavalry lost in the storm!

 

The nostrils foam-covered, the reins hung up,

often dragging the dead horseman,

When the boot is wedged in the stirrup.

So they waved back to the city, up the hill,

Where they set out when the day began.

 

What then moves on, from the horizon

in incalculable mighty superiority,

like floods swelling from all shores,

that is determined by robbery and the will to kill.

Who surrenders, is cruelly killed.

 

What now still German, has conspired to the fight,

the loyal hip has long since been adorned by the Flamberg.

It seems that the Middle Kingdom has long since been lost,

the battering ram already rumbles at all gates

and army after army gives birth to the dawn.

 

The oak wood still defies the elemental forces,

If you have no sword, grab a morning star!

The gates cannot hold much longer

and house warfare will soon prevail here

and twilight of the gods is not far away.

 

Let now the bells ring till they fall

from towers where they are proudly enthroned.

Who needs them tomorrow? Let them ring today

so that all may gather around the flags

And desertion be rewarded with death.

 

The ringing of the cathedrals and the tooting of the horns

That lures and compels now: Place your man!

There comes the old man, ready to die in battle

And goes with his grandchildren to their doom.

Even women are lining up under arms.

 

Towards Gandalf also immigrants strive,

from all over the world, but ready to fight.

A bastard shouts: "For Germany our life!"

"Welcome German, let a sword give you!"

the sorcerer shouts through the roar.

 

Now the dam breaks: the gates planks break,

and Sauron's giant army now surges onward

already received: with hot streams of pitch

And our warriors' fierce slashing, stabbing!

Already the melee rages all around, man to man.

 

Our men bind thirty horsemen each!

The old man, the boy show heroism.

A broad wall of enemy corpses soon piles up around us.

around us, but over this wall

the hellspawn tirelessly presses on.

 

The noise of battle soon roars through all the alleys,

in the direction of Heldenplatz its battle cry roars,

but Mordor's masses are worn down

by cool fighters who seize them at the sides:

The German youth with the bazooka!

 

Out of history shadows heroes step

• there to the Reichstag only one more piece:

Siegfried and Teja! And already one sees reddening

the pavement from the impetuous killing!

The enemy is beaten back here too!