5 acessos
We tilt Skyrim's ground despite frozen toil
We tended the Kwama beneath Morrowind's soil
We hunted the Wamasu in Black Marshes glades
We three hearths had no need for blades
Then they came from the seas with 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 our three became one
Forged by war the Ebonhearts 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 wether moonstone or gold.