Cyrod, you brought doom upon our hearts and minds, and made skies bleed for years and years, for the foolishness of your sons and daughters who swore to hold your hand knew no bounds. They traded peace for violence, mundane as well as heavenly, them bastard childs of your jewel! Heros came forth, and armored only in their might, they tried to crush pillars of abhorrence. Yet they [incomprehensible]. In fact, they failed, subduing our last wishes to wicked desires and mind-numbing heresies. Their sacrifice is their only remnant. We [incomprehensible], and unto you we say:

We are the dissidents of today!

CYROD, WE NAME YOU HOME.


Stormcloak and his kin honored the dead. We fight for the progeny, and kindly step on the bones of those that came before us. The Heartland bears a great burder. Our feet touch it, and she trembles. Tomorrow Magnus shall glance upon the maddening brilliance we’re summoning.
White-Gold, you hold the memory of he-whose-breath-you-took. Prove yourself to us. Welcome us, for we’ll impregnate you with the scent of belonging.


FIRSTHOLD!

SKYWATCH!

SUN[incomprehensible]

BORROW US THE GIFT OF DAGON!

For as the stars have promised, Cyrod, we come [incomprehensible]! On Rumare lies the fortress once pierced by [incomprehensible] of Stars, so keep your gates [incomprehensible], for Serpent and Dragon have shown us the way! It is so that on this day we shout to all that’s holy that is lost, and to [incomprehensible] , for our [incomprehensible] wears the crown left [incomprehensible] First Breath and Promise.

[incomprehensible] STAB THE SEED OF THE UNWORTHY!

THE GLASS OF THE FORBIDDEN SEAT SHALL SCATTER INTO A MYRIAD OF MUTANT PLANTS!

We wander from east to west, from north to south, collecting the wounds of the wounded, and we call out your names, HIS NAME!

The pawns of the deserted places know this too well. Do not pray to gods for mercy. Step aside. We’ll plunder you of your dignity otherwise.

We are like frozen stars. Our fleet grows greater as we conquer the waters which tasted our blood.


COME FORTH, SON OF AKA! BLESS OUR SUNDERING OF THE [incomprehensible].

You are unbound.

You are awake.

The land that is yours only begs you to DESTROY. THE. MACHINE.

For today we’re marching, terrorizing the treacherous hope of the West, conquering [incomprehensible] from all it’s angles.


“I AM THE JUNGLE THAT MOURNS, THE BLEACHED BROOM, THE FATAL WOUND.” the Star-Blessed shall say.

“I AM THE DEATH OF THE HOPELESS, THE UNSHAKEN FOUNDATION, THE BAPTIZER.” the [incomprehensible]

“I AM THE WINDS OF TOMORROW, [incomprehensible] HALF OF SURVIVAL.” the Guide shall say.


RISE UP!

SHOUT!

THE WAIT IS OVER.

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My take on the fall of the Thalmor. =)