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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