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In the wake of volcanic eruption

We had to make a quick escape

Traverse north through the Velothi Mountains

Avoiding shifting tectonic plates

Through dark trials and tribulations

We left our home and arrived in foreign lands

Treated like some foul scum

At the behest of Nordic hands

We are the refugees

We are the refugees

Now we make our home here

In this hostile wintry environ

Unwanted by the native folk

They hate our guts

Settling into the stone-walled cities

Windhelm to be where our people now reside

Cordoned off from the rest of the world

The Grey Quarter is where we live and die

Blood spilled in the middle of the night

Assassination and murder

Assailed by the fists of unruly men

Of pathetic drunks and aurochs herders

Fallen from such lofty heights

We the Dunmer reduced to be crass

How we long for the ways of our home

Morrowind, reduced to ash

We are the refugees

We are the refugees

We are the refugees

We are...

We will not go quiet

Nor silently into the night

The Great Houses shall recover

And reclaim our ancient rights

Those who mistreated

Our people as we asked for aid

Shall be the first to have

Their throats cut by a Morag Tong blade