To trail the path Unmourned
To dance the fire
Awaken the feeble, trance the unforgiving
Shadows through trees
Images through dreams
Voices stirring, always in the minds
Voryn Dagoth, our Lord and King
Strike at the Heart, Sunder the force
Rise to Godly-Hood and restore the name
Resdaynia, buried underneath the dirt of Vvardenfell, of Morrowind
To reside, to hide from weary eyes of the Temple, of mer and man
Let your slumber rise off, our Lord
Your time and victory are at hand
Crack of the earth, bend of the wind
Your glory, your Blight, your plague a blessing
Let all stand before you, your mortal wounds forever gone
Blessed are the words found beneath your Snake-Tongue
Gather your children at the base of era, Dagoth Ur, Citadel of your Power
Sharmat, Counselor, Brother of Nerevar
Let your Divinity coarse our veins, with Disease the key
Mad flesh corks and follies
Let us speak the words of your Grace
Stack the madness, tower the chairs
Windows with no walls, doors with no rooms, ceilings with no sky
Into the Chamber of the Heart, manipulating smoke sears the skin of the mortals
Waiting to built Akulakhan, Dwemer steel and mythopoeic chains binding to the Heart
Clear the lands of N’Wah, the Foreigners, let only us, Dunmer and kin, live on the land
Wage war against the Snake, the royal bloodline spilt over the Imperial stage
Chasms of rock and stone bewilder even the most seasoned of heroes
But you still call them home, meddling with your veins and lungs
The breath of the land, fire and free
The nails of your hand, sharp and sleek
Blood paradigms leak from the roofs
A mark, a sign, a carcass of faith
Luminous and cataleptic are your words
To rebirth the sanctum of our hope
To siphon the blood of gods
To annihilate the foe
To seek Vengeance of the Three and Nerevar
Betrayal comes at a cost to you, Lord
Betrayal comes at a cost to all

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