Snow falls, sky turns to black
Chase the night, armour-clad
Howling winds of northern ice are singing of a past reborn
In moonlit wastes, a soul awakes: the legacy of Ysgramor
Black marked gate, morals sheathed
Left hand path, at your feet
Sacrificial effigy, daggers in the shades of night
Shrouded figure, candles lit, the bloodmoon shines its crimson light
Rivers whisper on the tide
The valleys echo the Greybeards' call
A nation aflame as the realm divides
The one is foretold who will lead us all
From the mountains high
To grace the race of man
From the depths of time, they are to rise again
As we watch the sky
Heed the Blade’s command
Beyond any strength and beyond any pain
Hear the heathen cry of the Dragonborn
Long ago foretold in the ancient walls
From the scrolls of old, hear the voice of dawn
Reignite in vocal force
Take flight, dark nightingale
Tread your sly, silent trail
Steal away to underworlds beneath the glory of your name
With cloak and dagger, reap the sordid treasures of the thieves' domain
Spells of ice, heed our call
For our hold will not fall
Ancient Nord aurora light emitting from the setting sun
Towers tall, the arcane fortress stands and lights the break of dawn
In warring hearts a spark awakes
Rebellion stirs in the streets of stone
Hear the clash of steel as the cold earth quakes
Go forth tonight and reclaim our home
From the mountains high
To grace the race of man
From the depths of time, they are to rise again
As we watch the sky
Heed the Blade’s command
Beyond any strength and beyond any pain
Hear the heathen cry of the Dragonborn
Long ago foretold in the ancient walls
From the scrolls of old, hear the voice of dawn
Reignite in vocal force
From the mountains high
To grace the race of man
From the depths of time, they are to rise again
As we watch the sky
Heed the Blade’s command
Beyond any strength and beyond any pain
Hear the heathen cry of the Dragonborn
Long ago foretold in the ancient walls
From the scrolls of old, hear the voice of dawn
Reignite in vocal force
