Altmer SongsEdit
Ancestors' Waltz [1]
- 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.
- 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
- 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
- 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!
- 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 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!
- 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 [3]
- 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
Dancing on Eggs [4]
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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
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' [5]
Threnody for King Eplear [6]
Y'ffre in Every Leaf
Breton SongsEdit
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!
- 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!
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.
- 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!
- 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!
(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
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
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]
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!
(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
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 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.
(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.
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'
- 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
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
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.
- 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!
- 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.
- 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!
- Flyyyin'... flyyin' in the skyyyy.... cliff racer flys so high.... flyinnn'...
- 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!
- 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
- 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."
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 [7]
- 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, 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
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
- 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
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
- 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
- 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.
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
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 [8]
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
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
- 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 [9]
- 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
- 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!
(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
- 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
- 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
- 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?
- 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.
- 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.
- 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 [10]
- 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.
- 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
- 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!
- 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.
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 [11]
- 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!
- 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.
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!
- 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
(Nord/Traditonal)
Translation 3E213 Atheneum Monks at Old Anthel
Fifty Nights from home I last awoke
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- Upon a sky-flung cliff in Hjaalmarch Hold
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Though my flesh had died and gone to ground
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- My Vision went on, from body unbound
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Winking there in the vale whence I came
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- This dead man's eyes saw pale flame
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Where men the same who took life away
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- Sung high their battle-glory and praise
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Wafting went I, a shade or a wight
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- Through stoic pines, pitched ink of night
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Ere I came upon the pyre-burning throng
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- I heard carried on wind's wing their song
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"Sing high and clear, bandsmen born of sky
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- Let Sovngarde hear and join our cry"
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"These honored dead shed blood upon the fen
"Your spirit went unto and filled their heart
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- You sped them to glory, Hail Spirit Wulfharth"
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Then oil from urns fed greedy flames
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- Burning what few my legion and I slayed
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Wordlessly they chanted then until dawn
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- Every flake of ash gathered ere they marched on
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Swept along unseen, so too went I
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- Meekly haunting these Children of the Sky
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Tireless they went, over hearth and hill
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- Exhaustion seemed only to spur them still
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Unflagging they went, a whorl of rage
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- Soon finding our camp, bloated with prey
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My dead heart ached for I knew men within
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- Doomed, never knowing how close was their end
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Again the Nord chests swelled up in refrain
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- I screamed unheard. I wept with horror plain
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"Hear us, our ancestor, Ash King, Ysmir
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- Honor this warband as we to glory repair"
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"Those dead to whom you spoke and heard
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- We bear them upon us, Your valor conferred"
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And so it was, to the man each was smeared
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- With ash of a Brother's bone, blood and beard
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These ashen brutes, the Askelde Men
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- Set to a gruesome task, each bowstring bent
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I bellowed then, a cry of desperate rage
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- A futile howl among those men, an empty page
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Yet one elder turned and unblinking, stared
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- Into the vapor-soul of me, his nostrils flared
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He bellowed ancient words, his beard aflame
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- And my vision fell away, Peace at last came
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- 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!
- 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.
- 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.
- 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
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!
- Blood! Honor!
- Steel and bone!
- Gore! Glory!
- Mauloch's Throne!
Reachmen SongsEdit
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
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!
Trivium's Matthew Heafy made a cover of this chant, which can be found here.
(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
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 ….
(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
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!
- 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
Sands of the Alik'r
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
- 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.
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 [14]
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
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)"
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
(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 [9]
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.
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
(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
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 [15]
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 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.
- 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
Stagger and Sway was a popular love song (and a disguised drinking song) in 2E 582.
- 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 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.
- 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
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? [9]
ReferencesEdit
- ^ "Ancestors" Music Box in ESO
- ^ "Lay of Firsthold" Music Box in ESO
- ^ "Summer Sun" Music Box in ESO
- ^ Stormhold-Style Silver Slide-Flute in ESO
- ^ "King Camoran" Music Box in ESO
- ^ Dancing Mammoth Music Box in ESO
- ^ Mother Morrowind's Sacred Lullaby music box in ESO
- ^ That Breezy Night in Bruma music box in ESO
- ^ a b c Fools' Ebony, Part the Sixth — Frincheps
- ^ Fools' Ebony, Part the Fiveth — Frincheps
- ^ Hymn of Five-Hundred Axes music box in ESO
- ^ Quest Stage Text for Cross-cultural Confusion
- ^ Rigurt the Brash's dialogue in ESO
- ^ Skating Chub Loon Music Box in ESO
- ^ Sheet Music Folio in ESO