Upon that cursed hill Volcanic, spewing ash Where House Dagoth arose To usurp the nation I drew a mighty blade And struck down my oldest friend Lord Nerevar deceased By my hand he met his end Foul murder Foul murder Foul murder Foul murder For an age I kept this secret Hidden in the gospel Within the Lessons of Vivec Confession of my crime Slain to retain the Heart Lorkhan's mighty vessel The source of all our power That Indoril would destroy Foul murder Foul murder Foul murder Foul murder Foul murder Foul murder Foul murder Foul murder