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Encomion of Sheogorath
05:15
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It is said that the mind
is very terrible to taste
I left this puny point of view behind
for I have this question chased
Although they shut the wooden door
and closed the iron bars
I am here as I was before
A sun among the stars
The benevolent fluttershy
has taken my concentration
I float freely
into the arms of my patron
Both mer and men walk even ways
From birth to death they pace
But long ago I insisted
On a diff'rent path so twisted
I sing my song in Solitude
In a world so cold and brute
To the madgod as his servile child
The one to keep my soul beguiled
White devils boogie on my hair
whispering of day and light
Their madsongs fill the chilly air
opening my fetters wide
But they strapped the iron chain
and bound me to my bed
they framed my aching brain
and trapped me in my head
The malevolent butterfly
has stolen my focus
I drift exhausted
Into the arms of my patron
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3. |
A Door in the Niben Bay
06:03
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a door has appeared in the niben bay,
and we decided to march right in,
there's nothing to lose but our sanity,
so we step through the door in the niben bay
Guard:
hey there, attention!
this might be very dangerous!
don't go there, be careful,
maybe there are monsters...
Adventurer:
Tell me, you coward,
how would you have become a guard?
There's so much to explore
right behind this door!
Guard:
what's that? it opens!
a woman, behold her eyes,
a sparkle, like lightning,
it seems as she is insane!
Woman:
glitter and rainbows
as the struggle between red shoes,
some wardrobes become foes,
in Sheogoraths realm of chaos
Woman:
he's calling, with mushrooms,
adventurer, go get drunk on
sweet fruits and basements,
which are like freezing paintings.
Adventurer:
a mind gone, to nowhere,
I want to see what's in there!
onwards, to glory!
*mad laughter*
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4. |
The Great Hunt
05:22
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Golden Daylight retreats
The brood put down their skin
Howls greet the nightfall
For bloodshed eternal
Let the great game begin
The full moons arise
All feral birds fall quiet
As the packs roam the briar
With eyes filled with fire
As they are running riot
They whisper your Name
Shake in fear of the great game
In the dying light,
Anger rises with the night
As the visions blur
Skin turns to fur,
Fullfill the daedric will
With a godsent urge to kill
They fill the starry night
With a wordless cry
A thousand pumping lungs
A thousand raging songs
Ascending to the sky
Hircine drives the pack
torwards the mortal's homes
to slaughter both mer and men
and shed their unsoiled blood again
And to gnaw on their bones
Nerevarine, take this ring
And join in the hunt,
Take my antler as a crown
And become the king...
Of this night
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The Calling
04:55
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I have forged the hammer,
As I sharpened the blade,
Come gather 'round, children of Dwemereth,
For the rise of our own god.
We'll travel divine dimensions,
As rulers of space and time!
Let us drink the nectar of life
From the fallen god's heart,
We will be Anumidum,
Transcend the mortal plane.
Sunder, wield now, Keening raise,
It's us against Earth Bones!
Waiting, always waiting for the dawn to call my name,
to find, what I am searching for.
Waiting, always waiting for the dawn to take my hand,
or the cruel night to, for evermore, bring me home.
Nothing was found but Ashes,
Down in Bamz-Amschend,
But Centurions and Spectres,
The Dwemer are gone.
And no one will ever know, who took them or did they go?
Will they ever come back, or did the follow the final call?
Waiting, always waiting for the dawn to call my name,
to find, what I am searching for.
Waiting, always waiting for the dawn to take my hand,
or the cruel night to, for evermore, bring me home.
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6. |
Skooma Party
04:59
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Night Mother Ritual
04:24
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Dreadful mother, hear my call,
I want him, for good, to fall,
Grant me bloodshed, mercyless,
See my wrath upon this statuette.
The Nightshade petals may tickle your skin,
My dearest dagger, stab the figurine,
The air carries the hissing of the blade,
And I whisper:
Mother, sweet Mother,
Send your child unto me,
For the sins of the unworthy
Must be baptized in blood and fear
I formed a heart and formed a skull,
Sculpted flesh, made this doll,
Now I plead before your feet,
Make this goddamned bastard bleed.
I thrust and cut and rip the skin,
My dearest Dagger, kill this figurine,
My heart beats faster with every stab,
And I call:
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8. |
What His Father Said
04:48
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Find a dragons tongue and the heart of a Lich,
And the flesh of a horse to combine it with.
Though a dragon might be hard to find,
To get up to one, you have to jump quite high.
Also, they're invisible, liches unfortunately not,
But you can reach an isle with girls, incredibly hot,
Blazing in their naked beauty, when the moons are full,
Rain is falling, sea is red and it's M'aiq's birthday.
You mean to tell me, you've been wandering
This world throughout hundreds of years?
You must have gone through enough
to be the wisest of the liars.
M'aiq's father was also called M'aiq.
As was M'aiq's father's father.
At least, that's what his father said,
That's what his father said.
People used to throw their weapons, why would you do that?
A sword can't shoot fire from it's tip, but
You need just one, also it's harder than wood,
See, fighting a bear with a straw does no good.
Or a werewolf. Or a wereshark; I knew one afraid of the lake,
Which was a little odd, even for Mai'q...
But he was a well dressed fellow, clothes are great,
Mai'q wears clothing too.
Everyone is so obsessed with facial hair,
It's Khaajit's glorious mane, they want to wear.
But what gives Maiq an epic shiver:
Of fur are made armour and quiver.
On the other hand, they are impressed by shouting,
Which is not that hard, so M'aiq is doubting
That people are tough enough for Khaajit,
nevermind, have some Skooma with M'aiq.
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9. |
Clockwork City
05:37
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The Heart of Lorkhan is lost,
divinity fading,
I took leave of the world
as it's colourless.
Here I am, King of my Mind,
My realm holds the shape of life
As immortality dies, I will live
with the gears of my children.
Hidden beneath the walls of Old Ebonheart
The Forge of time is devouring the sands of the hourglass,
And I will keep wielding the hammer to sculpt the future
Even if my leaves are withered.
See me hanging, down in Clockwork City,
I'm weeping my silent song among the rust,
Find me hanging, down in Clockwork City
Alone
See me hanging, down in Clockwork City,
I'm weeping my silent song among the rust,
Find me hanging, down in Clockwork City
In Clockwork City
Sotha Sil, my friend, you've been gone so long,
embed in consoles, cables and copper,
Does the world need an absent god, do you need it's praise,
As immortality died, our divinity died,
Fellow god, as you turn to rust,
your seeds will grow everlasting love,
Arcane fool, still you put your effort into fabricant life
Don't you see, there's no more divinity, not in me, or in what you forced to be
But mine I will regain, when you finish your last whisper.
So the sword runs through my veins,
my flesh, my soul, but there's no pain.
Not a scream nor a whisper,
As my leaves wither.
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10. |
The Dragonborn Comes
04:02
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our hero, our hero claims a warriors 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
its an end to the evil of all skyrims 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
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