Lore:Songs

Songs are musical compositions written to be performed by singing.

Altmer SongsEdit

Ancestors' Waltz

Lay of Firsthold

Their tribulations drove the Elves

'Cross Sloadful seas to Summerset.

O Aldmeris! Old Ehlnofey!

Your loving visage haunts us yet.

Your zephyr's kiss enthralls us still,

Though only in heart's memory,

And sorrow to the marrow deep

Infuses every Aldmeri.

When Magnus sinks and night-hour comes,

And owl and spectre prowl and creep,

When eyes can gaze at stars no more,

Then fancy flits across the deep,

Whence Aldmer came to eastern isles,

Escaping doom oblivious,

To Auridon, hue-imbued

With spectrum vivid, various.

From foam it rose before the ships;

Nine prows did plow the gleaming strand.

Torinaan stepped from foremost craft,

And claimed as Kinhold all the land

From silver beach to green-clad hills,

Begilded by the golden dawn.

Auridon thus was the name

Bestowed upon that realm anon.

Though wild it was, at once it gripped

Torinaan's once remorseful heart.

He drew his blade, he drew his blood,

And swore an oath to ne'er depart.

They disembarked upon the shore,

Built Kinhouse, gardens, forge, and hive.

They tamed the meadows, beaches, fields,

And made a home where Elves could thrive.

Then howling from the hills in hate

Came horrors horned, bedight with eyes.

Gheatus; Welwa; Ilyadi—

All sought the Aldmers' cruel demise.

Some said they should take ship anew

And seek a farther, safer shore.

But bold Torinaan valor steeled,

And drawing on ancestral lore,

Hierogram with Varla Stones

He wove upon Auridon's loom,

Drew power down from stars above,

And drove fell monsters to their doom.

He harried them 'cross hills and heights,

All smiting them with magics dire,

Till one by one they fell at last

To blast of lightning, ice, or fire.

So warded then by spells well-spun

Auridon bloomed beneath the touch

Of Altmer craft and husbandry,

Imagoform and sculpture. Much

Admired by other Altmer were

Torinaan's brave achievement there,

And other Kinholds followed fast

On Summerset, so blest, so fair.

But though those Kinholds prospered well

Throughout the archipelago,

Aldmeri Landfall all recall

Upon the Firsthold shore did show,

And bold Torinaan is revered

For courage, wisdom, foresight. He

Who harnessed heaven to defend

The Aldmer in extremity.

Auridon: excellent abode.

Maormer repel: expel all Sload.

Ode to Queen Ayrenn

Listen to a sample (Crispin Freeman)

This song's for our queen, our beautiful elf

Who would not be held up there on a shelf

She sang and she danced, and she studied the past

But her time as princess, it would not last

Ayrenn, Ayrenn,

Where have you been?

No time for court intrigue

And now you rule as queen

She ran from the dresses, she ran from the pomp

She could not right stomach more High Elven wrong

Our future leader sailed from our shores

To High Rock, Skyrim, and more

Now what did she do while she was away?

She met sword-dancers and taught them to sway

Fought bears, ran dungeons, drank mead with the Nords

Not once was she ever bored

When push came to shove and her father lay dead

She aimed for the Isles to put a crown on her head

And we welcomed her back

With a cheer and a dance

Now let's all at once, now eagles advance!

Ayrenn, Ayrenn,

You are a great queen

We toast to your health

By moon, stars, and green

Over The Seas

Listen to a sample (Malukah)

Our land-bound mates can till their fields

Or fight behind their masters' shields

But a seaman's free to sing and play

Over the seas and far away

Over the seas and over the Lane

For Ayrenn, Edhelorn or the Mane

The lords command and we obey

Over the seas and far away

A sailor lives a happy life

Free of land-bounds' toil and strife

The soil he tills will be his grave

Over the seas and far away

Over the seas and over the Lane

For Ayrenn, Edhelorn or the Mane

The lords command and we obey

Over the seas and far away

Buck up, ye hearties, I foretell

We turn to port with loot to sell

Our coffers fill with gold today!

Over the seas and far away

Over the seas and over the Lane

For Ayrenn, Edhelorn or the Mane

The lords command and we obey

Over the seas and far away

Charge of the Welkynar

When Summerset, o Summerset, our fair and pretty land,

Is threatened from beyond the clear and shining sea,

The Welkynar, our Gryphon Knights, take wing and make a stand,

With courage, strength, and bravery, they keep the Altmer free!

Charge, o Gryphon Knights,

Fly on and fight our foes!

Charge, o Welkynar,

Take wing with swords and bows!

From Alinor to Shimmerene and every point between,

The Welkynar ride the winds and defend our gleaming isle,

Whether commoner, or noble, or merchant, or queen,

The Gryphon Knights protect us all, always with a smile!

Charge, o Gryphon Knights,

Fly on and fight our foes!

Charge, o Welkynar,

Take wing with swords and bows!

Charge, o Gryphon Knights,

Fly on and fight our foes!

Charge, o Welkynar,

Take wing with swords and bows!

Folly of Man

Listen 'round, I've a warning to sound,

About an overgrown weed.

I don't mean to forebode, but this little ode,

Is a lesson you best heed.

Now, our story unfolds, upon a pitiful mold,

T'was made to thrive on rot.

This unsightly staph, was a trickster's last laugh,

Long after his battle was fought.

The Sundering, if you were wondering,

When the heavens dropped out of the sky.

They hit with a thud, and gave birth to the mud,

Making up this mortal sty.

It was a hell of a mess, but I digress,

My story's about the swine.

What took root in this land, were seeds called Man,

That sprung up like fungus from grime.

Their lives may be short, and lacking import,

But keep an eye to their blundering.

It's tempting to jest, about this simple pest,

That's until you've seen their plundering.

For when Men bound, to the Doom Drum's sound,

You'll learn what the Corpse-God wrought.

Trinimac didn't know, with his final blow,

Just how badly he'd been caught.

I don't mean to forebode, but this little ode,

Is a lesson you best heed.

Praise Be (Ancestor Song)

Praise we now Mara

O Goddess of Love

Bless us with children

Our mother above

Praise we now Xarxes

Who transcribes our story

Honor the scrivener

Archivist of glory

Clap hands in praise

Exalt the Divines!

Clap hands and praise

Our ancestral lines!

Our lines!

Praise we now Y'ffre

O first Ehlnofey

God of the forest

Earth Bones showed the way

Praise we now Stendarr

Apologist of Men

Lord of compassion

For the lesser of ken

Clap hands in praise

Exalt the Divines!

Clap hands and praise

Our ancestral lines!

Our lines!

Last praise Auri-El

Forefather of all

Formed us to be like him

Wise, noble, and tall

Clap hands in praise

Exalt the Divines!

Clap hands and praise

Our ancestral lines!

The Star-Eyed Bride of Alinor

Eyes of polished amber, hair swept like a comet's tail

Soul alight with love and joy under pregnant golden sails

My star-eyed bride of Alinor

Lost in storm and spray

My star-eyed bride of Alinor

That cruel fate took away

White swan feathers fluttered from her ivory bridal gown

And unsung vows slipped from her lips, eager to be found

My star-eyed bride of Alinor

Gone beneath the waves

My star-eyed bride of Alinor

The sea became her grave

The clouds they gathered overhead, ripping sail from mast

The hull creaked like a coffin's hinge as the captain yelled 'hold fast!'

My star-eyed bride of Alinor

She never made it home

My star-eyed bride of Alinor

Drowned in brine and foam

Lightning crashed upon the sea, wind howled with the swells

I strained to reach her glistening hand, but into the depths she fell

Upon the beach I wander still, to gaze out at the sea

Hoping to see her shining face smiling back at me

My star-eyed bride of Alinor

Whose last words were my name

My star-eyed bride of Alinor

I still weep from the shame

My star-eyed bride of Alinor

Lost in storm and spray

My star-eyed bride of Alinor

That cruel fate took away

That cruel fate took away.

The Summer Sun Sets on Summerset

The Tale of Syrabane

Gather round and hear the tale

Of Archmage Syrabane

Through his mercy and his might

He stopped the Thrassian Plague

He knew war was the only way

To stop the plague at hand

So he called for aid

All throughout the land

Oh, Syrabane, oh Syrabane

Ye mer of godly fate

Oh Syrabane, oh Syrabane

The youngest of the Eight

Man and Mer took up the call

They knew they could not fail

Together they combined their might

The All Flags Navy sailed

With Bendu Olo at his side

Slinging sword and spell

He beat back the tide

The Coral Kingdom fell

Oh, Syrabane, oh Syrabane

Ye mer of godly fate

Oh Syrabane, oh Syrabane

The youngest of the Eight

Now good mer, remember well

The tale of Syrabane

For when dark times came to pass

He knew to ask for aid

Argonian SongsEdit

A Shallow Pool

A shallow pool is all I ask
Water for roots
Mist and shadow
Leaves lifting toward the sky

Gentle rain is all I need
Cloak of night
Warmth and rain
Murmurs in the darkness

A shallow pool is all I want
Memories held
Old stories told
Surrounded by children
Who call me their Hist

Dancing on Eggs

Fair Argonian Maiden

Come, my lad, let us speak

Come, fair maid, let us talk

Scale to scale

Tip to tail

Fair maiden

Hist-maiden

And sap-drenched lad

Hear the Hist Speak

Sitting beneath its swaying leaves

Hearing its words within the breeze

Speak, hear the Hist speak

Hear the Hist speak its words to me

Below the roots forever spread

Collecting souls of our dead

Speak, hear the Hist speak

Hear the Hist speak its words to me

From its sap we gain our life

By its judgement we end strife

Tribe and Hist, sky and sun

All connected, all are one.

All connected, all are one.

Sitting beneath its swaying leaves

Hearing its words within the breeze

Speak, hear the Hist speak

Hear the Hist speak its words to me

Hear the Hist speak its words to me

Ku-Vastei

A heart that holds its hesitation

A fear that leads to a stagnation

Something must now clear the way

That which will be Ku-Vastei

Wise eyes always look ahead

Clearing all their doubt and dread

They who see past yesterday

They who will be Ku-Vastei

Ku-Vastei, Ku-Vastei

That which sparks the needed change

Ku-Vastei, Ku-Vastei

One who sees the needed way

Scales of shadow, nothing speakers

Their dark words will be our teachers

Those who herald word of root

Mind the Hist and then dispute

Spells that come from words of power

Sun and rain that grows the flower

Sorrow leading to great mirth

Death that then becomes rebirth

Ku-Vastei, Ku-Vastei

That which sparks the needed change

Ku-Vastei, Ku-Vastei

One who sees the needed way

One who sees the needed way.

Shunatei

Shunatei, shunatei

The belly of regret

These feelings of despair

That I cannot forget

Shunatei, shunatei

Why do you last?

Why do I cling

To my troubled past?

Despair over lost ones

Those I must avenge

Hatred and sadness

A thirst for revenge

They blind me from reaching the path ahead

And so I am lost to my dread

Shunatei, shunatei

The belly of regret

These feelings of despair

That I cannot forget

Shunatei, shunatei

It strikes me blind

If I move ahead

I can't look behind

I will become like the river below

I will clear the rubble of my hate and woe

I will release these dark thoughts that cloud my mind

I'll leave what has been behind

Shunatei, shunatei

You haunt me no more

For my heart is the bird

That has learned to soar

Shunatei, shunatei

I will ascend

For all that has begun

One day must end

Bosmer SongsEdit

A Bosmeri Sleeping-song

Night falls, day's felled

The farewell tale is told

Dark calls, sleep swells

Dreaming-blossoms unfold

Sleep now, drift on

Amble the moonlit way

Night's here, day's gone

Rest now until dawn's rays

Jagga Drinking Song

One thing a Wood Elf would never pass up
A fresh pint of jagga poured straight in their cup.
Sweeter than bloodfroth and smoother than honey
A full mug of jagga makes everything sunny.

And what makes this drink so wanted by all?
The stench of pig's milk, right from the stall.
Boil it and keep the cats away from the pan
Wait till the curds form and share with the clan.

Wood Elves and jagga go well from the start
The creamy sweet brew is good for the heart.
You-know-what whiskey does not compare
To the ripe taste of jagga, or so we declare!

Forget about wine and beer from hops
The Green Pact gives plenty of drops.
Of ale made from mold and Arenthian brandy
Compared to them all, jagga's just dandy.

One thing a Wood Elf would never pass up
A fresh pint of jagga poured straight in their cup.
Sweeter than bloodfroth and smoother than honey
A full mug of jagga makes everything sunny!

King Camoran, It's You I'm Adorin'

Threnody for King Eplear

Y'ffre in Every Leaf

Breton SongsEdit

Ballad of the All Flags Navy

When the sickness came
From 'cross the Abecean Sea
Good folk quaked, bad folk sighed
And they told this tale to me

Dead, dead, so many, many dead
From Daggerfall to Anvil to Dune
Twas the slug plague they said
And they blamed the Sload for our ruin

Our rulers cried out, all is lost
But not the Anvil King
He boarded his ship and raised the sails
And said sailors let's do this thing

They came from far and wide
Heroes that answered his call
Bretons, Redguards, Elves, and more
And a vast fleet sailed out in a squall

They sailed the stormy sea as one
To destroy a dastardly foe
'Neath red skies and 'cross thunderous waves
As a deadly storm did blow
The All Flags! The All Flags!
Led by the Anvil King
The All Flags! The All Flags!
Of its ships and sailors we sing!

They closed on the enemy's island
Just as a dense fog rolled in
No matter the magic and weapons they faced
There was no other option than win

The allied fleet laid siege to the Sload
With weapons and magic of their own
On and on til the island did crack
And the slugfolk reaped what they'd sown

The All Flags! The All Flags!
Led by the Anvil King
The All Flags! The All Flags!
Of its ships and sailors we sing!

Battle of Glenumbra Moors

Listen to a sample (Crispin Freeman)

Who took up arms that winter dawn and to Glenumbra came?

To raise their hand 'gainst tyrants, stand and die in freedom's name?

Who stood upon the field that hour to answer Direnni's call?

Men, Breton-born, all came that morn, to fend the land for all!

Rise, rise! To freedom, rise! Arise, ye Breton sons and daughters.

Ride, ride! To freedom, ride! Truth and glory to the brave!

And when the battle, it was joined, Alessians three to one,

Skies lit bright with magic's light and with magic, it was won.

For all they stood on blessed ground whence all her power came,

The rocks would yield, what might they wield, all in Direnni's name!

Rise, rise! To freedom, rise! Arise, ye Breton sons and daughters.

Ride, ride! To freedom, ride! Truth and glory to the brave!

So children of this Breton land, ye best remember well

All those who for High Rock stood: Brian, Ancois, Rielle

Men of the North fought and stood forth

Till all oppressors fell!

Dirge of the Stormy Seas

When lightning strikes far from shore
And the fates still my crew till they shout no more
I hope to be on the prow standing tall
Spittin' in the face of life's final call.

We fought and we loved folks on shore
When we're gone, many drinks they'll pour
For the water's deep and the stormy sea cold
As life sinks into the blackness below the hold

So raise a toast with a mug in your hand
To those we lost and the ones waiting on land
Our bodies may be consigned to the foamy depths
But it's better than hearin' our beloved's sad breaths.

We set sail without knowin' what's in store
So we sing and we drink and we chance explore
For when life's over and work's at end
I'm pleased to call these sailors my friends.

Ithguleoir

Listen to a sample (Crispin Freeman)

We all remember Annine Praul,

Went out to sea one day;

Ithguleoir bit off her head,

Beneath the sea of gray, beneath the sea of gray!

And what about Therese's son,

A brave and handsome boy;

Ithguleoir et him up,

His mother's pride and joy, his mother's pride and joy!

Oh how we mourn our good man Thom,

Who swore he'd catch the dreadful beast;

Ithguleoir et him whole,

And then he ate the priest, and then he ate the priest!

Pirate Shanty

Ho hey, sweet lady of Wayrest!

Ho hey, sweet lady of mine!

Oh I'll see you again, yes I'll see you again, sweet lady of Wayrest so fine!

Rescue Me

(A haunting melody)

Far from our shores in a becalmed sea
Lost are we
Tragedy
We ration grog though unwillingly
Until Kynareth sets us free

No smiles are left as we drift alone
Far from home
Into the unknown
Our navigator's mind has flown
Cursed by the visions he's shown

[Refrain]
The skies glow red, mold's on our bread
Despair dogs every mind
We're tangled in fate, is it far too late
To flee this desperate bind?

With little left to guide our way
We all pray
Far astray
Hope remains that we'll find our bay
And be home in time for feast day

[Refrain]
The skies show red, our captain's dead
Despair locks every mind
We're lost to fate, it's far too late
To flee this desperate bind

[Haunting, echoes]
Bind
[sustain]
Bind

Forgive me, Kynareth, hear my plea
Set me free
From this sea
I'm all that's left of this journey
May someone rescue me
May someone rescue me
Please Kynareth rescue me

Rude Song

In the spring of the year

Doth propriety disappear

In the courts and the ports

Of the Bay.

Drinking new beer,

Everybody feels queer

And the Earls and the churls

Go astray.

The bee and the bird

Don't have to tell us a word.

Our bodies for naughties

Are prime.

If you haven't heard,

You can let yourself be lured

For the youth, for things uncouth,

It is time.

Oh, it's lovely to sit in a field, harvested into rows

It's lovelier still to do the same not wearing any clothes.

People of the Bay bless

The flowered court of Wayrest

For showing us the gentle way of sin

The bonny Dark Elf queen

Likes to see and to be seen

With cobblers, thieves,

And tavernkeeps,

And slaves, and fish-er-men

In the court of Lainlyn,

Right upon the mainland

With sex, the whole place is in a whirl

The Baroness likes to play

With men who come her way,

While the Baron likes the little boys and girls.

Oh, it's lovely to give your lady a kiss upon her nose

It's lovelier still to do the same not wearing any clothes.

In Daggerfall, they hold a ball

And all of society indulges in a variety

Of scandal, they can handle -- A lot.

The Captain of the Guard

Has to search very hard

For a bean that the Queen

Has in her pants.

And the Court Sorceress

Will grant you a wish

To cause the King to fling

About his lance.

Oh, it's lovely to give your love a single perfect rose

It's lovelier still to do the same not wearing any clothes.

Oh, it's lovely to abandon all your cares and fears and woes

It's lovelier still to do the same not wearing any clothes.

Yes sir, it's lovely not wear any clothes!" [sic]

Song of Vastyr

We tap our toes along the streets
And never think to fear
A dance is always welcome
In the city of Vastyr!

From sparkling docks to Castle Morn
And people far and near
You'll never be without a friend
In the city of Vastyr!

(Chorus)
Vastyr, Vastyr! Shining gem of Galen!
Vastyr, Vastyr! Rise above the waves!
Vastyr, Vastyr! Listen to its melody!
Vastyr, Vastyr! City with a song!

Drink at the Jaded Ornaug
And your worries disappear
Druid, noble, and visitor are welcome
In the city of Vastyr!

Along the Systres lovely coasts
To our shores we hope you veer
See the sights and dance all night
In the city of Vastyr!

(Chorus)
Vastyr, Vastyr! Shining gem of Galen!
Vastyr, Vastyr! Rise above the waves!
Vastyr, Vastyr! Listen to its melody!
Vastyr, Vastyr! City with a song!

Sturdy walls and vendor's stalls
As ships sail to and from our pier
You'll find no better place in the Systres
Than the city of Vastyr!

Spirit of the Volcano

(A druidic chant)

Our mountain's song brings smoke and flame
Fear not the heat nor try to tame
Ground gives way and fires consume
Ill omen or anger are not to blame

Listen close to her trembling words
Trees snap as she strikes each chord
Waves crash and boil at her feet
A mountain bends its knee to no lord

Volcano spirit weaves life from her loom
Where fires burst, flowers now bloom
Where earth cracks, the isle grows
Clear skies cut through thick smoke's plume

At dawn's break we sing her praise
As birds return from her burning gaze
New life grows from molten bed
Her spirit will last beyond our days

The Glittering Sapphire Tourney

Gather round, ye lads and lasses
Listen far and wide!
For cross the isles
And for a while
We've had a source of pride!

Noble are the knightly orders
Three in name there are
Revered in epic poems
From house to home
But this quick verse is shorter!

Oh the Orders of the Systres
They lie so close at hand
Let's take a count and raise a glass
To our merry bands! Albatross sails 'pon the waves
While Iron sallies forth
The Oaken Knights know ancient ways
And none of them are coarse!

Listen here, give me your ear
The Sapphire Tourney comes!
From every nook
By sea, on foot
And not a one is glum!

The Aspirants from near and far
Head to old Navire
To joust and ride
And sing with pride
With hopes they'll be a star!

Oh the Orders of the Systres
They lie so close at hand
Let's take a count and raise a glass
To our merry bands!

Albatross sails 'pon the waves
While Iron sallies forth
The Oaken Knights know ancient ways
And each a fearsome force!

Whomever wins the tourney
On the final day
Be they Sir or Dame
They'll live with Fame
And glad they made the journey

Noble is the Tourney's Closer!
They fought, they bled, they won!
It could be you
Come tell us true
But this quick verse is over!

Oh the Orders of the Systres
They lie so close at hand
Let's take a count and raise a glass
To our merry bands!

Albatross sails 'pon the waves
While Iron sallies forth
The Oaken Knights know ancient ways
Now, quick, where is my horse?

The Sephavre

The Sephavre Souls of our fathers, suffer deeply, For you have led us to the dark time, When our own souls, filled with air, Allowed ignorance and villainy to thrive In what used to be our land. Howl, ancestors, howl and bring us Memories of our conformance with evil. We do anything we can to survive, Giving up our minds and hearts and bodies We will not fight, and we will be torn And like flotsam in a whirling tide We will be forever the agents of injustice But we will mourn it forever.

The Storm and the Sunflower

(A song of the Systres)

Do you hear the waves, my sunflower?
The seas brought us together, now they'll tear us apart.
I'll breathe my last soon, sunflower,
And die with a scar of love upon my heart,
Content we dared to dream that we might end this war we didn't start.

Bend your head now, sunflower
Kiss me with the soft petals of your lips one final time.
Pull me close, my sunflower,
The love we dared to share was not a crime.
We'd have known Mara's grace had we but world enough and time.

And when you taste the prick of raindrops, imagine each one a kiss
And when you feel wind upon your face, know it's my hands' gentle caress
And when you hear the distant thunder, that's me murmuring your name
Who knew when lightning met the sunflower, we would set the field aflame?

Will you remember me, my sunflower,
And all the dreams we had of being wed and wild and free?
Or will you follow me, my sunflower,
Remembering what we'd forfeit just so you and I could be?
Don't gasp and pray for rain when you might drink deeply of the sea.

Vastyr Fisherfolk Song

Heave ho, heave ho
Til we see the shore,
From night to morn
With our nets all worn.

Once we spot our prey
It won't last the day,
It can't escape our sight
And soon we'll get a bite.

Then the contest begins
As our vessel rocks and spins,
With hook and net and spear
We reel our quarry near.

Heave ho, heave ho
Til we see the shore,
From night to morn
We fish and blare our horn.

At the dock we love the stares
As the crowd admires our wares,
A catch so big
They'll dance a jig.

Then we finish the day
And we dance and play,
With mead so sweet
As we put up our feet.

Heave ho, heave ho
Til we set out once more,
We live as we please
And we hit the high seas.
Setting sail with a song and a joke
That's the life of a Vastyr fisherfolk!

When I Will Come A-Courtin'

When I will come a-courtin'

All to the Shornhelm maids

I'll have a cart all full of silk

And ribbons for their braids.

And wandered he all through the planes

Searching for his bride

But Akatosh has cast him out

In sanction for his pride.

One crown to glory bring

But only blood and death to show them

One crown to glory bring

For Ranser's folly, died.

Dunmer SongsEdit

A Less Rude Song

They say

The Iliac Bay

Is the place to barrel around

Without a bit of apparel on,

As advertised in that carol song

A tune that's sung as the west wind blows

About it lovely not wearing any clothes.

Ladies singing high notes, men singing lows,

Implying that the most luscious depravity

And complete absence of serious gravity

Can only be found in the waterous cavity

Of Iliac Bay.

If you are the type who is more a sinner than a sinned,

You'll find it all in Morrowind.

But the truth, my child,

Is that nothing more wild

That [sic] an ordinary fashion

Kind of slightly mad passion

Can be detected if at all

In Sentinel and Daggerfall.

Whatever your odd needs: feathered, scaled, or finned,

You'll find it all in Morrowind

It's an invention of bards

That Bretons and Redguards

Have more than some staid fun

And suffer deviant fornication.

For the most of madness, not the least,

The wise debaucher heads out east.

Where your once steely reserve is now merely tinned,

You'll find it all in Morrowind.

In Morrowind,

There is sin.

But, pray, do not confuse Dunmer variety

With that found in tepid Western society

Compared to which, it nearly is piety.

It isn't terribly ingenious calling it prudery

Observing the Dark Elf aversion to nudity.

After all, the preferred sort of lewdity

In these parts is far more pernicious.

From the Ashlanders to the wettest fishes

You'll find pleasure and pain quite delicious

In Morrowind.

If you find yourself with unkind kinship with your kin

You'll find it all in Morrowind.

Armiger Marching Song

Step light, stride far,

O ye Buoyant Armigers,

To glory days and triumphant nights,

March on through your bloody fight!

Sing proud, sound roars,

O ye Buoyant Armigers,

Raise voices in courageous cheers,

Give those heathens cause for fear!

Stand tall, spoil wars,

O ye Buoyant Armigers,

Best their warriors by the score,

Take a bow and best a dozen more!

Set bones, sum scars,

O ye Buoyant Armigers,

Wear the badge of those who lead,

A few new nicks as proof of deeds!

Stand tall, spoil wars,

O ye Buoyant Armigers,

Best their warriors by the score,

Take a bow and best a dozen more!

The Battle of Molag Beran

Did you come to hide from war,

Or come to herd the guar,

Or were you with the House Guard

At the Battle of Molag Beran?

For I was there, and fought and cried,

And tasted blood and thunder.

I stood in line with mace and shield

As Dunmer clan slew Dunmer.

The guard of House Retheran

Were bright arrayed for battle.

They came in pride, in columns wide,

But ran like frightened cattle.

We stood our ground on Tadras Banks,

Then turned their flanks and roweled them.

The field was bright with cousin's blood

Spilled by doughty Drenim.

We lost some gallant gentlemen

From ranks of brave House Drenim.

And many a wand'ring widow weeps

On the hills of Molag Beran.

Some fell for wrong, some fell for right,

All for the colors wearin',

And many bade the world good-night

At the Battle of Molag Beran.

Brave Little Scrib Song

There's a kwama we all know,

Who's as bold as any Dunmer,

You can see by Torchbug's glow,

Little Scrib, she's such a wonder.

Play, play! Life's an adventure!

Run, run! As fast as you dare!

Sing, sing! Imagine the pleasure!

Everything's fun ... when you don't have a care!

Mean Old Torchbug, full of tricks,

His voice crackling like fire,

Advice he shares conflicts,

Sends Little Scrib into trouble dire.

Play, play! Life's an adventure!

Run, run! As fast as you dare!

Sing, sing! Imagine the pleasure!

Everything's fun ... when you don't have a care!

Brave Little Scrib with the heart so pure,

Always in search of adventure,

She says "Maybe tomorrow."

He says "If you insist,

But that treasure, you'll miss."

Play, play! Life's an adventure!

Run, run! As fast as you dare!

Sing, sing! Imagine the pleasure!

Everything's fun ... when you don't have a care!

Cliff Racer Song

Flyyyin'... flyyin' in the skyyyy.... cliff racer flys so high.... flyinnn'...

The Cliff-Strider Song

While cliff-racers spread their wings, so broad,

And lesser birds bend their knees, so awed,

You snarl, and hiss, and spit, and screech!

I hear the guars grunting each to each,

"What a terror! What savage speech!"

Oh to be like you.

Your temper flares at the smallest offense,

You snatch our guars and mangle our fence!

You nest in our lofts, spray dung on the wall,

Tear up our roofs like a mid-summer squall,

Frighten our children and make the babes bawl,

Promise you'll never change.

Cliff-strider, stride so high,

On fiery crags, you touch the sky!

Cliff-strider, stride so high,

Screech loud as thunder, may you never die!

You're vengeful and petty like my mother-in-law,

You stink like you've got old fish in your craw,

Your shrieks shatter glass, and rattle my ears,

Your rotten-fig smell brings grown mer to tears,

You piss on our pillows, they smell bad for years,

You're Vvardefell's pride and joy!

Cliff-strider, stride so high,

On fiery crags, you touch the sky!

Cliff-strider, stride so high,

Screech loud as thunder, may you never die!

The Coldharbour Compact

Listen to a sample (Jim Cummings)

Poor Gil-Var-Delle we still recall

The God of Schemes consumed it all

To Coldharbour went our Clockwork God

To bargain on the Princes' sod

They came to mock at Tribune small

Schemer, Hunger, Hunter, all

Pariah, Scryer, Destroyer came

Raver and Twilight just the same

From dread Daedra save us

From Daedra keep us safe

Forsake the ones that made us

To fight a wrongful fate

They sneered when Clockwork made his demand

Till Twilight raised a hand

"And what do you offer in return

"To keep us from chastising Nirn?"

Then Clockwork whispered long and low

And what he said, no mortal can know

From dread Daedra save us

From Daedra keep us safe

Forsake the ones that made us

To fight a wrongful fate

Death Blow of Abernanit

Broken battlements and wrecked walls

Where worship of the Horror once embraced.

The bites of fifty winters frost and wind

Have cracked and pitted the unholy gates,

And brought down the cruel, obscene spire.

All is dust, all is nothing more than dust.

The blood has dried and screams have echoed out.

Framed by hills in the wildest, forlorn place

Of Morrowind

Sits the barren bones of Abernanit.

When thrice-blessed Rangidil first saw Abernanit,

It burnished silver bright with power and permanence.

A dreadful place with dreadful men to guard it

With fever glassed eyes and strength through the Horror.

Rangidil saw the foes' number was far greater

Than the few Ordinators and Buoyant Armigers he led,

Watching from the hills above, the field and castle of death

While it stood, it damned the souls of the people

Of Morrowind.

Accursed, iniquitous castle Abernanit.

The alarum was sounded calling the holy warriors to battle

To answer villainy's shield with justice's spear,

To steel themselves to fight at the front and be brave.

Rangidil too grasped his shield and his thin ebon spear

And the clamor of battle began with a resounding crash

To shake the clouds down from the sky.

The shield wall was smashed and blood staunched

The ground of the field, a battle like no other

Of Morrowind

To destroy the evil of Abernanit.

The maniacal horde were skilled at arms, for certes,

But the three holy fists of Mother, Lord, and Wizard pushed

The monster's army back in charge after charge.

Rangidil saw from above, urging the army to defend,

Dagoth Thras himself in his pernicious tower spire,

And knew that only when the heart of evil was caught

Would the land e'er be truly saved.

He pledge then by the Temple and the Holy Tribunal

Of Morrowind

To take the tower of Abernanit.

In a violent push, the tower base was pierced,

But all efforts to fell the spire came to naught

As if all the strength of the Horror held that one tower.

The stairwell up was steep and so tight

That two warriors could not ascend it side by side.

So single-file the army clambered up and up

To take the tower room and end the reign

Of one of the cruelest petty tyrants in the annals

Of Morrowind,

Dagoth Thras of Abernanit.

They awaited a victory cry from the first to scale the tower

But silence only returned, and then the blood,

First only a rivulet and then a scarlet course

Poured down the steep stairwell, with the cry from above,

"Dagoth Thras is besting our army one by one!"

Rangidil called his army back, every Ordinator and

Buoyant Armiger, and he himself ascended the stairs,

Passing the bloody remains of the best warriors

Of Morrowind

To the tower room of Abernanit.

Like a raven of death on its aerie was Dagoth Thras

Holding bloody shield and bloody blade at the tower room door.

Every thrust of Rangidil's spear was blocked with ease;

Every slash of Rangidil's blade was deflected away;

Every blow of Rangidil's mace was met by the shield;

Every quick arrow shot could find no purchase

For the Monster's greatest power was in his dread blessing

That no weapon from no warrior found in all

Of Morrowind

Could pass the shield of Abernanit.

As hour passed hour, Rangidil came to understand

How his greatest warriors met their end with Dagoth Thras.

For he could exhaust them by blocking their attacks

And then, thus weakened, they were simply cut down.

The villain was patient and skilled with the shield

And Rangidil felt even his own mighty arms growing numb

While Dagoth Thras anticipated and blocked each cut

And Rangidil feared that without the blessing of the Divine Three

Of Morrowind

He'd die in the tower of Abernanit.

But he still poured down blows as he yelled,

"Foe! I am Rangidil, a prince of the True Temple,

And I've fought in many a battle, and many a warrior

Has tried to stop my blade and has failed.

Very few can anticipate which blow I'm planning,

And fewer, knowing that, know how to arrest the design,

Or have the strength to absorb all of my strikes.

There is no greater master of shield blocking in all

Of Morrowind

Than here in the castle Abernanit.

My foe, dark lord Dagoth Thras, before you slay me,

I beg you, tell me how you know how to block."

Wickedly proud, Dagoth Thras heard Rangidil's plea,

And decided that before he gutted the Temple champion,

He would deign to give him some knowledge for the afterlife,

How his instinct and reflexes worked, and as he started

To explain, he realized that he did not how he did it,

And watched, puzzled, as Rangidil delivered what the tales

Of Morrowind

Called "The death blow of Abernanit."

House Telvanni Song

How do we rise in House Telvanni
Clawing and biting our way to the top?
How to succeed in House Telvanni
At the precipice with a knife to our backs?

We start at the bottom as a hireling, a liar-thing
Ascend to retainer and then oathman
Some of us will pause once we have reached raw lawman
Because ascending the heights is tiring

How do we rise in House Telvanni
Clawing and biting our way to the top?
How to succeed in House Telvanni
When betrayal and deceit are the way?

The next step up and now we have become a mouth
Representing a master or a magister
Above that rank is spellwright and wizard
Climbing higher and higher as our towers grow

Someday we'll be masters, leading from above
Perhaps magister influence growing
Then, dare we hope, dare we plan, dare we dream?
Archmagister, ruling all that can be seen

How do we rise in House Telvanni
Clawing and biting our way to the top?
How to succeed in House Telvanni
When trust is rare and treachery comes so cheap?

Mother Morrowind's Sacred Lullaby

Red Mountain Drinking Song

It sleeps like a giant, our tower of stones,

Red Mountain, Red Mountain, all rumbles and moans.

It tosses and turns, pray it won't wake,

And then without warning the ground starts to shake!

As the world ends, the ground starts to shake! So—

Heft a flask and say a prayer,

Red Mountain's about to explode.

Have a drink but be aware,

It's doom the mountain forebodes.

Lift a glass and curse the day,

Red Mountain's about to burst.

Drink all your cares away,

Who wants to die with a thirst?

Die with a thirst!

Knock back a fiery flin, amid the smoke and ash.

Drain the flask of whiskey we'll be drunk in a flash!

Let's guzzle sujamma amid the fire and fumes

Tip back the jar of liquor let inebriation bloom!

As the world ends, let inebriation bloom! So—

Heft a flask and say a prayer,

Red Mountain's about to explode.

Have a drink but be aware,

It's doom the mountain forebodes.

Lift a glass and curse the day,

Red Mountain's about to burst.

Drink all your cares away,

Who wants to die with a thirst?

Die with a thirst!

Six are the Walking Ways

Six are the walking ways, enigma, enemy, teachers

Begat by precursor gods, come we now their creatures

Embody splendor in your name, and wisdom in your features

By the sword I mean the night

By the word I mean the dead

By the sword I mean a sigh

By the word I mean the end

Six are the guardians, three fore and three incarnate

Here to test your hero's ways, and show that you can learn it

The truest works we shall behold are those made by the silent

By the sword I mean the night

By the word I mean the dead

By the sword I mean a sigh

By the word I mean the end

By the sword I mean the night

By the word I mean the dead

By the sword I mean a sigh

By the word I mean the end

Song of Fate

Oh fathomless Prince of the dark brewing tide
Who peers through the ink between pages and hide
Come visit our children, they don't wish to wait
Oh great Hermaeus, master of knowledge and fate

Little Dronos wants to circumvent time
And putting off sleep is a victimless crime
He could stay up late eating kwama egg quiche
Or training his daedrat to walk on a leash

Even dull Modryn has a wish for the Prince
Power to deceive, and impress, and convince
With speechcraft like this, he'd go to his mother
And say that the sweetroll thief was his brother

Nilera wishes to learn levitation
Then she could follow cliff racer migration
And even soar high o'er the Bitter Coast
And spit on the heads of the children she hates the most

And then there's Vulyne whose father died
Who dares bring him back from the other side
For a parent returned and skin well-preserved
They offer our Prince an eternity served

Sweet Vulyne knows the price you must pay
Contracts are binding, if also cliché
The One Who Knows takes much more than he gives
Insatiable hunger outlasts and outlives

Song of the Word

The words you hear are based on meat—don't let the sophists fool you

Fear not upon the walking way—just let hysteria rule you

In their own world, the mad have laws—but only if they're written

The wise can write them different rules—for by the word they're smitten

Use no words for apologies—if you seek absolution

Action is the walking way— and words are no solution

The wise avoid apology—when ravers must be beaten

So sing not with the dusty tongue—no word is true till eaten

Imperial SongsEdit

Across the Niben Bar

From Cyrodiil to Topal Bay
The Niben's back is wide
Good ships along Leyawiin-quay
Await the morning tide.

In Aleswell we took on ore
At Weye, Colovian red
Timber we shipped in Bravil-port
Then sailed for Blackwood Head.

CHORUS
One, two! One, two! Cast far, cast true!
Hey leadsman, call your mark!
Shoal-water lurks in foggy murk
Across the Niben Bar!

In Torval we bought sugar cane
In Southpoint furs and dyes
Then sold it all at Daggerfall
And drank in Stros M'Kai!

The Gold Coast has silk and wine
We turn for home again
In Leyawiin-town my sweetheart pines
To see her sailing-man!

CHORUS
One, two! One, two! Cast far, cast true!
Hey leadsman, call your mark!
For Nereids dwell beneath the swells
Across the Niben Bar!

CHORUS
One, two! One, two! Cast far, cast true!
Hey leadsman, call your mark!
For sailors roam upon the foam
Across the Niben Bar!

Beans, Bloody Beans

Black Fredas

Bold Admiral Richton

Chim-El Adabal

When Akatosh slew Lorkhan,

He ripped his heart right out,

He hurled it across Tamriel,

And the heart was heard to shout:

Red Diamond! Red Diamond!

The heart and soul of Men.

Red Diamond! Red Diamond!

Protect us till the end.

The laughing heart sprayed blood afar,

A gout on Cyrod fell,

And like a dart shot to its mark

Down in an Ayleid Well.

Magicka fused the Lorkhan blood

To crystal red and strong

Then Wild Elves cut and polished it down

To Chim-el Adabal.

Red Diamond! Red Diamond!

The heart and soul of Men.

Red Diamond! Red Diamond!

Protect us till the end.

When Elves lost Nirn to Man,

Akatosh gave the stone

To Saint Alesh in token of

Her right to sit the throne.

Red Diamond! Red Diamond!

The heart and soul of Men.

Red Diamond! Red Diamond!

Protect us till the end.

Dark Blooded Foes

Dawn and Dusk

Down by the Ginger Garden

Farewell to Colovia

Green and Gracious Land

I'm Glad I'm Not No Orc

Inkkit Hinkit

Island Lads Down from the Mountain

Olga's Smickett

Pilgrim on the Road

Proper-Life: Three Chants

The Archimonk's Dream

To sleep, to dream, of Tamriel

Unsullied by Anui-El.

Man-ape, tell us.

Maruhk, guide us.

What child of Man could fail to be

In bliss if Nirn were Elven-free?

Man-ape, tell us.

Maruhk, guide us.

We willing march to heed your call,

Devoted, pious, one and all.

Man-ape, tell us.

Maruhk, guide us.

Your mandates we embrace.

The Song-Never-Sung-at-Twilight

That is not cruel which cures,

O faith, charity, rigor.

By faith true heart endures,

O hope, clarity, vigor.

Seventy-Seven shall guide us,

O praise, honor, and duty.

Alessia lives inside us,

And truth is one with beauty.

The Forty-Third Praise-Song of Alessia

My very inner organs swell

When I am called upon to tell

Of glory in expunging Taint

In honor of our blessed Saint

Alessia, all praise to her

Who freed Men from the hated Mer.

Thrice-bless'd are those who emulate

Her sanctified, uplifting hate.

This, this, never that.

This, this, never that.

Red Diamond, Golden Hill

A broken land limps
Down un-tread path
Dawn's light has fled the Hill
I've lost my heart
I've lost my way
But Reman's dream stirs still

Usurper's boots tread
The Tower's halls
The diamond's gleam grows dim
I'd pay in gold
I'd pay in blood
For it to rise again

Our destiny waits
To be restored
It lies within our sight
I'll raise my head
I'll raise my sword
To reclaim our birthright

On Topal Bay

I found my love on Topal Bay,
Where the river meets the sea.
We oft watched wavy waters churn,
From Leyawiin's towers three.

Hie, hie, the mist in the morning!
Hie, hie, the fog rolls in!
Hie, hie, the storms come without warning,
Along the coast of Topal Bay!

I made my wealth on Topal Bay,
As a sailor on the sea.
And with the gold that filled the hold,
My love I gave this ring to thee.

Hie, hie, the mist in the morning!
Hie, hie, the fog rolls in!
Hie, hie, the storms come without warning,
Along the coast of Topal Bay!

I lost my love on Topal Bay,
As she strolled along the sea.
She never saw the river troll,
And never had a chance to flee.

Hie, hie, the mist in the morning!
Hie, hie, the fog rolls in!
Hie, hie, the storms come without warning,
Along the coast of Topal Bay!

Sorrow Waters

That Breezy Night in Bruma

The Fall of Dagon

Take heart, the mighty hero cried! He looked up at Dagon and cursed his foul name...

The Golden Grove

The Imperial Volunteer

The Isle of Summerset

The Liberation of Leyawiin

Thunder rolls as Sai Sahan
Nears Leyawiin as war rages on
Leovic's warriors are on the attack
While traitors strike Sai's back

Arrows seeking, and swords swinging
Death knells will soon be ringing
His face grim, drawing strength from within
His sword swings for Leyawiin

Traitors behind and Longhouse before
Both seek the swordmaster's death in this war
Sai Sahan fights to cheat such a fate
Alone now he battles through the gate.

Inside the walls, Sai draws a breath
Facing two armies, he deals out death
With only sword and wits to defeat them
He fights for Leyawiin's freedom.

Traitors behind and Longhouse before
Both seek the swordmaster's death in this war
Sai Sahan fights to cheat such a fate
Within the city he seeks to liberate.

The forces converge, but Sai's blade is unstilled
Leovic flees, Sai's task is fulfilled
He stands on a mountain of traitors' corpses
Defender victorious against lost causes
And the people of Leyawiin are free!

The Jolly Archer

The Twelve-Night Drunk

Wind and Rain

Khajiit SongsEdit

Dancing Among the Flowers Fine

Dancing among the flowers fine

Singing the song that calls to him

Moonlight serenade at my whim

Dancing among the flowers fine

Sleeping within the dreaming deep

Chasing the butterflies he scents

Hoping that summer never ends

Sleeping within the dreaming deep

Hoping that summer never ends

Sleeping within the dreaming deep

Vistas unfold before me now

Sharing their secrets joyfully

They're bright in hue yet darkly dire

They warm me with softly glowing fire

They're bright in hue yet darkly dire

They warm me with softly glowing fire

Moving within the worlds between

Following all the gemstone birds

Yearning to hear his whispered words

Moving within the worlds between

Yearning to hear his whispered words

Moving within the worlds between

It's A Matter of Luck

Val Vijah Va Rhook, Baandari

Dancing through savanna grass

On light feet we glide

Hey, hey, Baandari boy

Tap your heels in stride

Hey, hey, Baandari girl

Swing your tail beside

Val Vijah Va Rhook, Baandari

Carrying our world in packs

Val Vijah Va Rhook, Baandari

Our kingdom on our backs

Home is on the move again

On wagon wheels we go

Hey, hey, Baandari boy

Where the wild winds blow

Hey, hey, Baandari girl

Our caravan in tow

Val Vijah Va Rhook, Baandari

Carrying our world in packs

Val Vijah Va Rhook, Baandari

Our kingdom on our backs

Walker we can teach the steps

We'll be your guiding star

Hey, hey, Baandari boy

Keep close and we'll go far

Hey, hey, Baandari girl

Our vagabond bazaar

Sweet Moon-Sugar Cane

The wood elves have their rotmeth brew

Made of meat and bile

The lizards eat their bugs and twigs

And everything so vile

But those of us who walk the sands

Know life's greatest pleasure

Is strictly sweet, a tasty treat

It's moon sugar that we treasure

Fields drenched in moonlight

Dewed with summer rain

Brilliant green and growing tall

Sweet moon-sugar cane!

Sweet moon-sugar cane!

Gifted by the moons

As they wax and wane

Fill our bowls and fill our souls

Sweet moon-sugar cane!

Sweet moon-sugar cane!

We sprinkle it on fine steak

Glistening so sweetly

We smear it on our salmon

And gobble it up completely

We bake it into our sweet treats

Don't you want a taste?

So eat it quick and wash it down

Because nothing shall go to waste

Fields drenched in moonlight

Dewed with summer rain

Brilliant green and growing tall

Sweet moon-sugar cane!

Sweet moon-sugar cane!

Gifted by the moons

As they wax and wane

Fill our bowls and fill our souls

Sweet moon-sugar cane!

Sweet moon-sugar cane!

Sweet moon-sugar cane!

A Cat's Serenade

(Note: The pronouns in this song will change to match the pronouns of the singer.)

This one weaves a song

She'll sing it to you all day long

Will you love her, will you love her

She'll steal a thousand jewels

She'll even play the fool

Say you love her, say you love her

Well your father will never give his blessing true

But let's be honest dear

That's what you want to hear

No this one will never buy you Mara's ring

But under the starlight

You can grasp her tight

This one weaves a song

She'll sing it to you all day long

Will you love her, will you love her

She'll steal a thousand jewels

She'll even play the fool

Say you love her, say you love her

So many sweetmeats this one could woo

But it's you that she needs

Oh she begs and pleads

In the moonlight she will surely worship you

But come the morning sun

She will most definitely run

The Song of Kingdoms

Swift paws of Ne-Quin-Al

Rimmen gold rains down

Green Riverhold has farms

Blessed-moons of Dune

Clever-Smile Orcrest in Dessert

Verkarth Strong-Warrior stand

Must-smile drinks for Meirvale

Helkarn has wary eyes

Wise words Alabaster praise

River people of Bruk'ra

Pray Pa'alatiin of reverence

Corinthe carving wood

Green forests of Tenmar

Torval renowns the Mane

Sweet Khenarthia has fish

Senchal ocean traders

The Song of Khunzar-ri

When the sixteen kingdoms were only sixteen tribes,

A hero ambled forth all tall and tough and wise,

How sleek he is! How fragrant! A five-claw? No, a ten!

He wrestles giants just for fun and charges into senche's den!

Who is he? Khunzar-ri! Khunzar-ri!

Sing it loud sing it clear. Fighter, lover, poet, thief

He's one khajiit to cheer!

Who is he, Khunzar-ri, Khunzar-ri

Sing it proud, sing it strong! Brave and sly, never shy.

He never steers you wrong

No dungeon cage can hold him no lock can bar his way,

Some stories claim he's a god or so they say,

He dragged the light from Jone and Jode down to the growing fields,

And now we have moon-sugar and all the good it yields.

Who is he? Khunzar-ri! Khunzar-ri!

Sing it loud sing it clear. Fighter, lover, poet, thief

He's one khajiit to cheer!

Who is he, Khunzar-ri, Khunzar-ri

Sing it proud, sing it strong! Brave and sly, never shy.

He never steers you wrong

The Burning of Senchal

Though the sun shines down on me

The darkness years ago makes me weep.

And after flames devoured their breath,

I stood above, mourning all that death.

What then became of me?

I cannot say.

As the moons shone down on me,

I chose to follow an ill-made path.

Staring from a starlit sky,

Moons' stark radiance witnessed them die.

What then became of me?

I dare not say.

We must survive, despite the ravages of life, cruel life

With its suffering and injustice

As death surrounds us.

But can we thrive when all hope has fled before us?

All that's left is grief and shallow graves.

The march of darkness goes on.

What can we do? We just survive.

Decades later who are we,

And after that dire crucible of death?

Did we pay too high a price

To walk away, knowing all we know?

What then became of us?

No one should say.

We have survived, despite the ravages of life, cruel life

With its suffering and injustice

When death hounded us.

But can we thrive after what we paid to get here?

Who are we now? We dare not say.

The march of darkness goes on.

What can we do? What have we become?

Demon from the East

Kingdoms stretch across the sands

Peace warms our joyful lands,

A heart that shines through the dark

Wrapped in the threads of time.

A demon rises from the East

Followed by a crimson beast,

Oh the earth is torn and scorched

Our people know but fear now.

A warrior raises sword to the sun

Calling warriors to follow,

Alkosh guides threads yet unspun

His champion goes forth.

Soldiers come from foreign shores

To join us in our dreadful war,

Taking stride by the warrior's side

And prepare for battle.

Crimson beast nobly bestows

A horn to defeat his vile foe,

Its call forces fiends to fall

Victory seems so close now.

The warrior makes one last stand

Against the dreaded demon,

Ice and blood staining peaceful sands

Nighttime fills the sky.

Chains and spells bind the demon tight

Locking it away in darkness,

Soldiers celebrate in new dawn's light

And peace reigns once more.

The Gambler's Art

Hello, my friend, come take a seat,

grab something sweet, and join us for some fun.

The tickle felt in this one's ear

as you drew near says you've got a tidy sum.

The clink of coins from your jaunty loins

Sing of riches to be won.

Let down your mane, join in our game.

We've only just begun!

Place your wager, raise the stakes

Build a tower from your drakes.

Draw your fortune, toss your wealth

Risk it all, you'll have your health.

And if you wind up on the street

At least you lived like true Khajiit.

I see, my friend, that you have pluck

but you're short on luck—that hand was hard to beat.

And if you find you're feeling cross

about this tragic loss, there's a cause for your defeat.

You took your chance on a furtive glance

At cards that couldn't compete.

But this cat's eyes, they tell no lies

Next time be more discreet.

Take a gamble, oops you're done.

Now you're broke, tuck tail and run!

Don't make a scene or swear and roar.

Tossed out, to hoots and howls galore

Next time your money's on deceit

Have the good sense to try and cheat.

Song of Alkosh's Champion

Halls loom ahead of me

My heart is yet untried

I know it is my destiny

To walk the path with pride.

Guiding winds push behind

Darkness lies ahead

The threads begin to unwind

I must swallow my dread.

Khenarthi's winds will guide me

To brave the path with pride

Lorkhaj's steps will bind me

To follow in his stride.

Alkosh will purify me

To mend the sands of time

His mask will sanctify me

A champion of pride.

I ride the winds cunningly

And never break my stride

I face the darkness valiantly

The lanterns are my guide.

When the threads are all spun

When I've earned my right

I'll stand before the Endless One

And bow before her might.

Khenarthi's winds will guide me

To brave the path with pride

Lorkhaj's steps will bind me

To follow in his stride.

Alkosh will purify me

To mend the sands of time

His mask will sanctify me

A champion of pride.

Holy mask and Path of Pride

Path of Pride, Path of Pride.

I shall mend the sands of time …

Nord SongsEdit

Alas, The Fleeting Years Glide By

The Age of Aggression

We drink to our youth, to the days come and gone.

For the age of aggression is just about done.

We'll drive out the Stormcloaks and restore what we own.

With our blood and our steel we'll take back our home.

Down with Ulfric the killer of kings.

On the day of your death we'll drink and we'll sing.

We're the children of Skyrim, and we fight all our lives.

And when Sovngarde beckons, every one of us dies!

But this land is ours and we'll see it wiped clean.

Of the scourge that has sullied our hopes and our dreams.

The Age of Oppression

We drink to our youth to the days come and gone.

For the age of oppression is now nearly done.

We'll drive out the empire from this land that we own.

With our blood and our steel we will take back our home.

All hail to Ulfric you are the high king.

In your great honor we drink and we'll sing.

We're the children of Skyrim and we fight all our lives.

And when Sovngarde beckons every one of us dies!

But this land is ours and we'll see it wiped clean.

Of the scourge that has sullied our hopes and our dreams

The Ballad of Skald Skullsplitter

My songs are sung in drinking halls

From Winterhold to Daggerfall.

Buy me some ale! I'll drink it all

For I don't sing for free!

The Dragons left Nirn long ago

A tale of vast and cosmic woe

You might expect them back, but no,

They're all afraid of me!

I challenged a titanic Orc,

For his great blade and priceless torc,

Then asked if he would taste like pork

He dropped his sword to flee!

I met a fair young maiden Elf,

Who kept my sonnets on a shelf,

I showed her a few things myself

Now her kids look like me!

I met a Bosmer on a road

A vicious freak in mud and woad

I bellowed like a monstrous toad.

He promptly climbed a tree!

I faced a strong young strapping lad

Who swore I was his long lost Dad

I must say that is quite too bad

I swear it wasn't me!

A great Dwemer automaton,

Confronted me upon a lawn

I told him where the Dwarves had gone

Then threw it in the sea!

A Redguard's deadly with a blade,

That's curved, like all the swords they've made

But they're too dull to cut my braids,

They're not as sharp as me!

Through Tamriel, I've fought them all,

In darkest caves, by city walls

No place is grand as this great hall

Now have a drink or three!

And raise a mug with me!

Make sure I drink for free!

The Dragonborn Comes

Our hero, our hero, claims a warrior's heart.

I tell you, I tell you, the Dragonborn comes.

With a Voice wielding power of the ancient Nord art.

Believe, believe, the Dragonborn comes.

It's an end to the evil, of all Skyrim's foes.

Beware, beware, the Dragonborn comes.

For the darkness has passed, and the legend yet grows.

You'll know, You'll know the Dragonborn's come.

Frelytte and Pular: A Love Song

Sweet Frelytte the Fair
Hair the color of hay,
Like spun gold and honey
Bright sun at midday.

She loved a boy named Pular
And he loved her, too.
As fiercely as ice entombs lakes,
As surely as spring melts through.

Her mouth as red as snowberries,
His hands calloused and true.
He left to hunt an ice wraith, saying
"I'll become worthy of you."

After four nights of waiting,
Frelytte rode into the snow.
The mountains howled with darkness,
The moon sank ever so low.

But soon her horse grew tired,
The cold did lull her to sleep.
She curled up beneath a tree,
Until the storm buried her deep.

Pular returned triumphantly,
He'd killed the wraith as he foretold.
He stopped at the base of a tree,
Where he saw a tuft of gold.

He brushed away the snow, found her
Pale as cream and cold as death.
But Divines smiled on their love,
And when he kissed her she drew breath.

"I've slayed the beast," Pular proudly cried,
And Frelytte wept tears of joy.
Hand in hand, they ran home to marry,
Theirs was a love that winter could not destroy.

Hymn of Five-Hundred Axes

Hymn to Kyne

Listen to a sample (Kari Wahlgren)

In darkness, your light shines through,

Warrior Goddess, for you we strike true.

When hope is lost and war rages on,

Warrior Goddess, hear our blessed song!

With a Nord's death, fallen in battle,

Warrior Goddess, guide us through shadow.

Grant us courage to fight and sharpen our swords,

Warrior Goddess, mother of Nords!

Ode To The Tundrastriders

Oh mighty tundrastrider!

How you and your mighty tusked beast silhouette against the great orange expanse.

Thundering footsteps herald your herd. Man and beast blazing trail together.

One in nature, each relying upon the other, more than just man and beast, but equals who need one another to survive.

How I long to run across the tundra in their mighty wake.

That would truly be my greatest honor.

The morning would be spent gathering dyes to paint our mammoths and then carve the fiercest images into their tusks.

Then it would be time for the skeever hunt. Our clubs would rain down upon the rat pests smashing the life out of them.

In the evening we could sit around the campfire and I would regale those nearby with songs of their majesty and grace.

They would let me sample some of the mammoth's cheese. A food so foul yet with healing properties so great.

We'd snack on the roasted skeever we'd freshly caught that day before, lying under the stars to sleep.

I'd slowly fade to dream nested in the radiating heat of mammoth fur. Its cold resisting properties keeping me snug.

What a grand time we would have.

Old Nord Drinking Song

I climbed Shearpoint Mountain,
Drinking my store of mead.
My vision got so blurry,
I couldn't hardly read.

I found a warm dry cave,
Never saw a sign or warning.
Curled up with an old frost troll,
Which surprised us both come morning.

Mead, mead, mead, mead!
It's all you really need.
It's sweet and it's strong,
So good it can't be wrong,
Mead, mead, mead, mead!

Gave that troll a bottle,
She drank it down right quick.
She danced around me happily,
Then hit me with a stick.

The old troll was snoring,
When I woke hours later.
She'd drunk up all my mead,
But I couldn't really hate her.

Mead, mead, mead, mead!
It's all you really need.
It's sweet and it's strong,
So good it can't be wrong,
Mead, mead, mead, mead!
It's all you really need.
It's sweet and it's strong,
So good it can't be wrong,
Mead, mead, mead!

The Orc Song

We hate Orcs! We hate Orcs!
They smell, they stink, they really reek,
They couldn't find their arses in the snow!

We hate Orcs! We really, really do!
They have no beards, they have no brains,
They couldn't kill a horker with a sword!

Our Love is like a Troll Skull

Known lines of song:

"Oh, your eyes shine like glowing mushrooms in Gloomreach! And you're sturdy as a mountain goat's hoofed feet! We should meet to drink mead and eat wolf meat!"

Ragnar the Red

There once was a hero named Ragnar the Red, who came riding to Whiterun from ole Rorikstead!

And the braggart did swagger and brandish his blade, as he told of bold battles and gold he had made!

But then he went quiet, did Ragnar the Red, when he met the shieldmaiden Matilda who said...

Oh, you talk and you lie and you drink all our mead! Now I think it's high time that you lie down and bleed!

And so then came the clashing and slashing of steel, as the brave lass Matilda charged in full of zeal!

And the braggart named Ragnar was boastful no moooooree... when his ugly red head rolled around on the floor!

The Slaying of the Falmer Princes

Song of the Askelde Men

(Nord/Traditonal)

Translation 3E213 Atheneum Monks at Old Anthel

Fifty Nights from home I last awoke

Upon a sky-flung cliff in Hjaalmarch Hold

Though my flesh had died and gone to ground

My Vision went on, from body unbound

Winking there in the vale whence I came

This dead man's eyes saw pale flame

Where men the same who took life away

Sung high their battle-glory and praise

Wafting went I, a shade or a wight

Through stoic pines, pitched ink of night

Ere I came upon the pyre-burning throng

I heard carried on wind's wing their song

"Sing high and clear, bandsmen born of sky

Let Sovngarde hear and join our cry"

"These honored dead shed blood upon the fen

Ending Orc and Elf and traitor Men."

"Your spirit went unto and filled their heart

You sped them to glory, Hail Spirit Wulfharth"

Then oil from urns fed greedy flames

Burning what few my legion and I slayed

Wordlessly they chanted then until dawn

Every flake of ash gathered ere they marched on

Swept along unseen, so too went I

Meekly haunting these Children of the Sky

Tireless they went, over hearth and hill

Exhaustion seemed only to spur them still

Unflagging they went, a whorl of rage

Soon finding our camp, bloated with prey

My dead heart ached for I knew men within

Doomed, never knowing how close was their end

Again the Nord chests swelled up in refrain

I screamed unheard. I wept with horror plain

"Hear us, our ancestor, Ash King, Ysmir

Honor this warband as we to glory repair"

"Those dead to whom you spoke and heard

We bear them upon us, Your valor conferred"

And so it was, to the man each was smeared

With ash of a Brother's bone, blood and beard

These ashen brutes, the Askelde Men

Set to a gruesome task, each bowstring bent

I bellowed then, a cry of desperate rage

A futile howl among those men, an empty page

Yet one elder turned and unblinking, stared

Into the vapor-soul of me, his nostrils flared

He bellowed ancient words, his beard aflame

And my vision fell away, Peace at last came

Song of the Dragonborn

Dragonborn, Dragonborn, by his honor is sworn, to keep evil forever at bay!

And the fiercest foes rout when they hear triumph's shout, Dragonborn, for your blessing we pray!

Hearken now, sons of snow, to an age, long ago, and the tale, boldly told, of the one!

Who was kin to both wyrm, and the races of man, with a power to rival the sun!

And the Voice, he did wield, on that glorious field, when great Tamriel shuddered with war!

Mighty Thu'um, like a blade, cut through enemies all, as the Dragonborn issued his roar!

And the Scrolls have foretold, of black wings in the cold, that when brothers wage war come unfurled!

Alduin, Bane of Kings, ancient shadow unbound, with a hunger to swallow the world!

But a day, shall arise, when the dark dragon's lies, will be silenced forever and then!

Fair Skyrim will be free from foul Alduin's maw, Dragonborn be the savior of men!

Tale of the Tongues

Alduin's wings, they did darken the sky.

His roar fury's fire and his scales sharpened scythes.

Men ran and they cowered and they fought and they died.

They burned and they bled as they issued their cries.

Dovahkiin Dovahkiin naal ok zin los vahriin

Wah dein vokul mahfaeraak ahst vaal

Ahrk fin norok paal graan fod nust hon zindro zaan

Dovahkiin fah hin kogaan mu draal

We need saviors to free us from Alduin's rage.

Heroes on the field of this new war to wage.

And if Alduin wins man is gone from this world.

Lost in the shadow of the black wings unfurled.

But then came the Tongues on that terrible day.

Steadfast as winter, they entered the fray.

And all heard the music of Alduin's doom.

The sweet song of Skyrim, sky-shattering Thu'um.

And so the Tongues freed us from Alduin's rage.

Gave the gift of the Voice, ushered in a new Age.

If Alduin is eternal, then eternity's done.

For his story is over and the dragons... are gone.

Truths of the North

When the snow fades

and the rivers run fat,

The sun sits like a flower

on a young boy's hat.

The wise Nord knows

it can never last.

He enjoys the day,

though it travels fast.

When the snow is gone,

and rivers run dry,

The sun beats down

like an angry eye.

The wise Nord knows,

though the day is long,

These are the days,

he is hale and strong,

growing like a seed

from the fresh spring soil.

When frost returns

and the rivers choke,

The sun dips in the sky

beneath evening smoke.

The wise Nord knows

though his strength may fade,

It is time to plan,

and time to save.

The Wandering Skald

Every library holds musty old tales

Carried through rain and snow

But a Nord skald gladly regales

What the poets all sang long ago

Every book has its title and name

But its pages soon turn to dust

A poem we sing will live on in fame

From a history all of us trust

Old tales come down from long ago

With inflection and meter and verse

Soon the skald's audience will hap'ly know

"Yes, this life could be worse."

And the kings know that truth,

Is better than sword and shield

Taught from their distant youth

Skald Kings have wisdom to wield

So welcome me as a friend

For the poems I sing tonight

Will last for nights without end

From first mead to dawn's early light!

Orc SongsEdit

Ode to My Jade Princess

My sweet, my blade, my lady love.
Your pommel fits my hand like an armored glove!

I promise to never let our attraction dull,
Even when we've crushed his skull!

My lady love's figure like a statue from marble hewed,
Just the sight fills me with a lust for you.

Our blade of love need never sharpen,
While we cuddle behind the curtain darken!

With your keen love ever near,
My heart never knows the touch of fear!

Orcish War Chant

Blood! Honor!

Steel and bone!

Gore! Glory!

Mauloch's Throne!

Reachmen SongsEdit

Reach Hunting Hymn

The chase begins like a song
Paws pounding through the leaves
Wings tearing against thorns
The shadow of the elk looms
The shadow of the elk looms

The endless forest beckons
Your fear smells sharp and thrilling
To be hunted is to be alive
To be tested and worthy

Run, little rabbit, run
Your skin would make such a prize
Feel the tear of teeth at flesh
The Hunting Grounds await you
The Hunting Grounds await you

The endless forest beckons
Your fear smells sharp and thrilling
To be hunted is to be alive
To be tested and worthy
To be tested and worthy

Red Eagle's Song

Remember, remember, child of the Reach
Faolan's bloody story
Remember, remember, child of the Reach
Red Eagle's final glory

Shrieking eagles cried his name
As he rose from mother's womb
A child born with the blood-elk's eye
Whose rage spelled diamond's doom

Despair, despair as Hestra came
South-born hag of White-Stone Tower
With bands of iron spears and shields
She turned the king-hearts black and sour

He warred and howled as seasons passed
Slaying the Empire's daughter and son
But Reachfolk fell by arrow and spear
Till clan-friends he had none

At last he traded his Eagle's heart
To the ravens who covet our power
In his breast they planted the briar seed
That grows from the corpse's flower

Thousands fell to his flaming sword
As the blood-sun rose and set
Despite the bite of a hundred arrows
He fought till death he met

Let all remember Faolan's rage
For it dwells in the heart of us all
Any who covet the sacred Reach
Will suffer our spears and fall!

Reach Witch Chant

Trivium's Matthew Heafy made a cover of this chant, which can be found here.

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(Transcribed from the oral tradition by Varana Tappo, Imperial Scribe serving the Longhouse Emperors.)

Give heed, blood kin
Hear us sing out
Our time falls short
As shadows grow long
Mighty spirits
With wide eyes wait
Wolf fangs stay sharp
To save the pack

Give heed, Great Beast
Hear us sing out
With sinew tough,
And muscle tight
Through us give strength
And our spirit shall pour
Upon the dirt
For your reward

Give heed, Black Fly
Hear us sing out
Filled with nothing
Know our hunger
Decay's vigor
And Void's might
They empty our chests
Of soul or need

Song of Red Eagle

Reach out, Red Eagle, your destiny awaits ….

Clear your mind, Red Eagle, don't surrender to the fates ….

Fill your heart with the thing that makes it roar ….

And let your spirit, your love, and your life, let it soar ….

Then it will come to you, your love, your life, your sword ….

We Rise to Fight Again

(Transcribed from the oral tradition by Varana Tappo, Imperial Scribe serving the Longhouse Emperors.)

Hear the screams
Heave a breath
Feel the rush
Then a death
Weave a path
Through their band
Take a life
With your hand

Will they stop?
We see more
They still come
To make war
We hold fast
Our blood spilled
We fall back
Their bags filled

So we push into the breach
With shrill cries of war
As they claim all the Reach
And kill all our clans
So the clash goes on and on
Blood waters the land
Tears exhausted and gone
And yet foes still come

Now we hunt
All our prey
Be they man
Or lost stray
No more rest
No more fear
All they do
Is come here

Will they stop?
We see more
They still come
To make war
We hold fast
Our blood spilled
We fall back
Their bags filled

So we push into the breach
With shrill cries of war
As they claim all the Reach
And kill all our clans
The clash goes on and on
Blood waters the land
Tears exhausted and gone
And yet foes still come

With nature behind us
We rise to fight again
We scream all our anguish
Our foes will never win

And we push into the breach
With great cries of war
As they claim all the Reach
Then kill all our clans
Yet the clash goes on and on
Blood waters the land
Tears exhausted and gone
And those butchers still come

Redguard SongsEdit

A Forebear Warrior's Song

Akatosh, my strength comes from your hands,
My enemies fall before my sword.
Can you hear their cries?
Death, they cry.
Death, I sing.
But death is theirs, not mine.

Wipe the blade of their color.
Wipe the shield of their color.
Victory is ours!

Stendarr, grant my weapon fall only thus:
For justice, for the right ways.
Can you hear my plea?
Justice, they pray.
Justice, I sing.
Justice is mine, and also theirs.

Wipe the blade of their color.
Wipe the shield of their color.
Victory is ours!

For the way of the righteous is mercy,
And compassion for the weak.
Can I wield your sword and shield?
Mercy, they beg.
Mercy, I give.

Swift death to the unjust!
Slow death to the merciless!
Wipe the blade of their color.
Wipe the shield of their color.

Victory is ours!

Cyrus Sea Shanty

There once was hardy young lad of the sea... A Redguard of courage and honor was he... Sail on, my Cyrus, sail on...

Dreams of Yokuda

Guardians and Charges

"Strong Warrior charges... Steed prancing... Lady dancing... Lord advancing... through the night.
Wise Mage orders... Apprentice learning... Ritual turning... Golem burning... through the night.
Clever Thief watches... Lover sighing... Shadow lying... Tow'r defying... Through the night."

Sands of the Alik'r

The Warrior's Charge

The star sung far-flung tales

Wreathed in the silver of Yokuda fair,

Of a Warrior who, arrayed in hue sails

His charges through the serpent's snare

And the Lord of runes, so bored so soon,

Leaves the ship for an evening's dare,

Perchance to wake, the coiled snake,

To take its shirt of scales to wear

And the Lady East, who e'ery beast,

Asleep or a'prowl can rouse a scare,

Screams as her eye, alight in the sky

A worm no goodly sight can bear

And the mailed Steed, ajoins the deed

Not to be undone from his worthy share,

Rides the night, towards scale bright,

Leaving the seasoned Warrior's care

Then the serpent rose, and made stead to close,

The targets lay plain and there,

But the Warrior's blade the Snake unmade,

And the charges wander no more, they swear

Other SongsEdit

A Mother's Nursery Rhyme

Do you have five children, Mother?

I've heard that you do.

Five children? No, tonight I have four!

Four children, sweet and pure.

Four and no more!

Do you have four children, Mother?

I've heard that you do.

Four children? No, tonight I have three!

Three children abed late today.

Three and no more!

Do you have three children, Mother?

I've heard that you do.

Three children? No, tonight I have two!

Two children, quiet and shy.

Two and no more!

Do you have two children, Mother?

I've heard that you do.

Two children? No, tonight I have one!

One child, singing a song.

One and no more!

Do you have one child, Mother?

I've heard that you do.

One child? Please, I have none!

They're with their father now

And live here no more.

An Ode to the Red Bird

Let us fly together, dear red bird,
set aside the idle talk of stern elders,
as you set aside the ground below!

Grains of sand trickle through the glass:
but when together we fly,
night is one long everlasting journey.

Alight upon my shoulder, my neck, my cheek,
let your sweet beak leave a hundred,
nay a thousand kisses upon me.

Let us confuse them,
so that no enemy may cast an evil eye,
when it comes to be known the many kisses.

Arctic Zephyrs

Couplets in Admiration of the Dead

There is no living beauty compares
With corpses and their glassy stares

I feel a thrill when I gaze upon
The bodies of the dead and gone

Cadavers cannot refuse your request
Cold and silent, they suit me best

My heart begins to jump and dance
At the very thought of nec-romance

Crendal's Drinking Song

A drinking song sung by Crendal in Redguard.

"'A' is for the apes that date their mothers"

"'B' is for the boils they pop for fun"

"'C' is for the waters sailors sail on"

"'D' is for the lumps upon their tongues"

"'E' is for the eels they eat for breakfast"

"'F' is for the fleas that swarm within their shorts"

"'G' is for the grog they swill by gallons"

"'H' is for the hairs upon their warts"

"'I' is what they poke out with their fingers"

"'J' is for the jerks they give on ropes"

"'K' is for the kats they drown in bags"

"'L' is for the love they give to goats"

"'M' is for the marks of fifty lashes"

"'N' is for their smarts, for they have none"

"'O' is for the oceans they get lost in"

"'P' is for their pox and scurvy gums"

"'Q' is for the quakebutts fit for pounding"

"'R' is wrong, and wrong they'll always be"

"'S' is stinky, just like sailor's armpits"

"'T' is for the ticks that eat their fleas"

"'U' is for the urgent needs of manhood"

"'V' is for the vegetables they won't eat"

"'W' for weevils in their hardtack"

"Three letters and the alphabet's complete"

"'X's mark the spots on all their mapses"

"'Y', oh, why! We cry, must our song end?"

"'Z', the zoanthropic girls of our hometowns"

"Now let's sing the whole damn alphabet again! (Ta-da-dah)"

Darkest Divinities

Though man and mer knew sin
since time began,

The Daedric Princes
watch each mer and man

Azura lights the day
from dawn to dusk

Hermaeus Mora
calls up memories

Hircine's Wild Hunt
tracks blood and scent and musk

Boethiah
pursues conspiracies

Foul Malacath
remembers every curse

Mehrunes Dagon
knows destruction's wrath

Mad Sheogorath
hums a nonsense verse

Stern Jyggalag
sets order on its path

Dark Molag Bal
takes blood and souls as wealth

Vaermina lives
in worlds that dreamers see

Though none can match
unseen Nocturnal's stealth

Or hedonistic
Sanguine's revelry

For every troubled soul
that must aspire,

A Daedric Prince
can grant each dark desire

Flesh to Cut from Bone

(A Pirate Song)

If you see it glitters bright
Then take it for your own,
Pile the corpses to a height
To make a pirate throne!

For what's made weak is ours to break
And what's ill-guarded ours to take
Just flesh to cut from bone,
More flesh to cut from bone.

If they try to lock the gates
We'll burn the whole damned town
They'll bring their guards and magistrates
And then we'll cut them down.

For what's made weak is ours to break
And what's ill-guarded ours to take
Just flesh to cut from bone,
More flesh to cut from bone.

They'll bring their soldiers by the score
To drive us from their lands
But we will have a hundred more
In our brave pirate band!

For what's made weak is ours to break
And what's ill-guarded ours to take
Just flesh to cut from bone,
More flesh to cut from bone.

And if they cry for mercy, then
We'll answer them with steel
For pity's made for other men
We'll grind beneath our heel.

For what's made weak is ours to break
And what's ill-guarded ours to take
Just flesh to cut from bone,
More flesh to cut from bone.

For Further Consideration

Four Coins of Yore

Four coins of yore,

That's all my sweet thing wore

One to the aft, and three to the fore

Those blessed coins of yore.

Goodnight Mundus

In the great green tomb
There was a chaurus
And a draugr that had been dead since Sundas
And a picture of …
A guar jumping over the Mundus
And there were two netches sitting on benches

And a frost troll with a sweet roll
And an Orcish oaf with a horker loaf

And a storm atronach with the Wabbajack
And an old Moth priest who was whispering, "Magicka"

Goodnight Mundus
Goodnight chaurus
Goodnight guar jumping over the Mundus

Goodnight draugr that had been dead since Sundas
Goodnight frost troll
Goodnight sweet roll
Goodnight Orcish oaf with a horker loaf
Goodnight atronach
Goodnight Wabbajack
And goodnight to the Moth priest whispering, "Magicka"

Goodnight ogrim, Dremora, clannfear
Goodnight Daedra everywhere

Lord Jornibret's Last Dance

(Traditional)

Women's Verse I

Every winter season,

Except for the reason

Of one war or another

(Really quite a bother),

The Queen of Rimmen and her consort

Request their vassals come and cavort.

On each and every ball,

The first man at the Hall

Is Lord Ogin Jornibret of Gaer,

The Curse of all the Maidens Fair.

Women's Refrain

Oh, dear ladies, beware.

Dearest, dearest ladies, take care.

Though he's a very handsome man,

If you dare to take his handsome hand,

The nasty little spell will be cast

And your first dance with him will be the last.

Men's Verse I

At this social event

Everyone who went

Knew the bows and stances

And steps to all the dances.

The Queen of Rimmen and her consort

Would order a trumpet's wild report,

And there could be no indecision

As the revelers took position.

The first dance only ladies, separate

Away from such men as Lord Jornibret.

Men's Refrain

Oh, dear fellows, explain.

Brothers, can you help make it plain:

The man's been doing this for years,

Leaving maidens fair in tears

Before the final tune's been blast.

And her first dance with him will be the last.

Women's Verse II

Lord Ogin Jornibret of Gaer

Watched the ladies dance on air

The loveliest in the realm.

A fellow in a ursine-hide helm

Said, "The Queen of Rimmen and her consort

Have put together quite a sport.

Which lady fair do you prefer?"

Lord Jornibret pointed, "Her.

See that bosom bob and weave.

Well-suited for me to love and leave."

Women's Refrain

Men's Verse II

The man in the mask of a bear

Had left the Lord of Gaer

Before the ladies' dance was ending.

Then a trumpet sounded, portending

That the Queen of Rimmen and her consort

Called for the men to come to court.

Disdainful, passing over all the rest,

Ogin approached she of bobbing breast.

She was rejected, saved a life of woe,

For a new maiden as fair as snow.

Men's Refrain

Women's Verse III

At the first note of the band,

The beauty took Ogin's hand.

She complimented his stately carriage

Dancing to the tune about the marriage

Of the Queen of Rimmen and her consort.

It is very difficult indeed to comport

With grace, neither falling nor flailing,

Wearing ornate hide and leather mailing,

Dancing light as the sweetest of dreams

Without a single squeak of the seams.

Women's Refrain.

Men's Verse III

The rhythms rose and fell

No one dancing could excel

With masculine grace and syncopation,

Lord Jornibret even drew admiration

From the Queen of Rimmen and her consort.

Like a beauteous vessel pulling into port,

He silently slid, belying the leather's weight.

She whispered girlishly, "The hour is late,

But I've never seen such grace in hide armor."

It 'twas a pity he knew he had to harm her.

Men's Refrain

Women's Verse IV

The tune beat was furious

He began to be curious

Where had the maiden been sequest'ed.

"Before this dance was requested

By the consort and his Queen of Rimmen

I didn't see you dance with the women."

"My dress was torn as I came to the dance,"

She said smiling in a voice deep as a man's,

"My maids worked quickly to repair,

While I wore a suit of hide, a helm of a bear."

Women's Refrain

The Lusty Argonian Maid

NOTE: A male/female duet, beginning with the male and alternating stanzas.

Crantius Colto is my name

My lusty Argonian maid

I've something here for you to clean

Come burnish now my blade!

I'm Lifts-Her-Tail the maid, it's true

A lusty Argonian maid

But your task is just too much, good sir,

I've never seen such a long blade!

Tut-tut, my dear, that's not what I hear,

My lusty Argonian maid

And Lady Colto's gone to Kvatch

No need for you to be afraid

Nay, I am needed elsewhere, sir,

Though your blade's so long and so hard

I'm needed to tend the instrument large

Of a sultry Argonian bard

No Way Am I Going to Eat this Stew

Of Men and Mer

Sit, dear reader, have a care,

And listen to wise Hennabear.

I'll tell you things of Men and Mer,

And all of them, you'll find, are fair.

First I will of Dunmer speak,

A culture old and quite unique.

Dark-skinned Elves of slight physique,

Their living gods' divine mystique.

Next of Altmer you shall hear,

Noble kin of highest tier.

Their icy words do not endear,

But speak no ill or you'll disappear.

The Redguard is the noble nomad,

In silks you'll often find them clad.

They carry sharp blades just in case,

Fast and skilled, you'll lose this race.

In forests Bosmer like to hide,

From leaf to leaf like birds they glide.

You'll know at once when one has lied,

His lips will move when he's replied.

The burly Orc, slandered and green,

Prone to anger, not very serene.

Below the roughness one can glean

A definite fondness for meaty cuisine.

Khajiit: a large, smart, noble cat,

Skilled in wordplay and mortal combat.

Thieves and pirates to be sure,

But the furred ones are so much more.

But now I see you're growing bored,

Perhaps you'd like to hear of Nords?

A people not to be ignored,

Forged in winter by axe and sword.

Argonians are lizard men,

Whose swamps contain their den.

Ask a question, then ask again.

What thoughts they have are beyond our ken.

I'll finish with fine Breton tales,

This narrator's racial details.

A people formed from harsh travails,

But hearty still, we yet prevail.

Now, dear reader, you must swear,

When you take these rhymes and share,

To ever credit Hennabear,

For if you don't—he'll come! Beware!

The Planemeld

The Planemeld is a song from the Interregnum, composed some time after the Planemeld began. It tells of the impending doom all mortals faced at the hands of Molag Bal, and was often performed in 2E 582.

Listen to a sample (Malukah)

Of all the Daedric princes

There's one with shocking gall

His goal: The domination and enslavement of us all

The God of Schemes

The Prince of Pain

The Captain of Corruption

He tills the land of Tamriel

And sows the seeds of destruction

The plane meld is nigh

The plane meld is nigh

Our world will disappear

The plane meld is nigh

The plane meld is nigh

Our doom is drawing near

Chains of darkness grip the land

And draw it ever near

To his nightmare, Coldharbour

Where hope bows down to fear

Tearing souls of innocents

Into eternal pain

While his daedric minions

Sing praises of his name

The plane meld is nigh

The plane meld is nigh

As Molag Bal commands

The plane meld is nigh

The plane meld is nigh

Our doom is now at hand

The Song of Uncle Sweetshare

The Song of Uncle Sweetshare was an old nursery rhyme that ended up inspiring a madman on Solstheim.

He he! Ha ho!

To the workshop he will go!

My Uncle's candy is so sweet!

It's such a yummy winter's treat!

When the sugar is warmed by the pale hearth light

The happiness spreads throughout the night!

He he! Ha ho!

To the workshop he will go!

Uncle Sweetshare is coming near

To spread his candy and his cheer!

It's better than trinkets, games or toys

So say all the little girls and boys!

He he! Ha ho!

To the workshop he will go!

Candy, candy -- he makes so much!

Uncle Sweetshare has a magic touch!

So it's back to the workshop in the snow!

With lovely lanterns all aglow!

He he! Ha ho! He he he ha ha ho!

Stagger and Sway

Stagger and Sway was a popular love song (and a disguised drinking song) in 2E 582.

Listen to a sample (Crispin Freeman)

O my sweet love, she waits for me,

Through storm and shine, cross land or sea.

I run to her and together we,

Sway as we kiss

Sway as we kiss

Her graceful shape I heave up high

And in one hand I hold her nigh

Her waiting lips are never dry

Sway as we kiss

Sway as we kiss

Come the morn she goes

The taste of her remains

And in my mind, I see us sway

Sway as we kiss

Sway as we kiss

Three Hearts As One

Three Hearts As One was popular with the Ebonheart Pact's bards in 2E 582. It tells the tale of the Dunmer, Argonian and Nords' triumph against the Akaviri and the strength of the Alliances' bond.

Listen to a sample (Malukah)

We tilled Skyrim's ground despite frozen toil

We tended the kwama beneath Morrowind soil

We hunted the wamasu in Black Marsh's glades

We Three hearts had no need for blades

Then they came from the seas, folded steel in their hands

They burned down our homes and ravaged our lands

Akaviri brought nothing but bloodshed and lies

Our families were slain before our eyes

With Three separate people they shared a cruel joke

A choice between death or the yoke

But then our Three people knew what must be done

To end the oppression, all Three became One

Forged by war the Ebonheart rose

And drove the Akaviri back to the sea

When the enemies begged for the mercy they lacked

Three voices as one shouted "Blood for the Pact"

Forged by war our story be told

No shackles can hold us

Whether moonstone or gold

Unknown Song

Part of a song sung in Skyrim

...with three beers down, the Orc did frown, and bid the Elf goodbye... ...for none could know, 'twas not for show, and someone had to die...

Whither Goest Thou?