[Verse 1] From Black Marsh, we are Argonians Other breeds act harsh, treat us as lowly ‘uns We’ve been cursed, trodden into the dirt So we developed a thick skin, there’s little can hurt us And when it does, we’re the best at Restoration Quick to mend, assist a friend to get to destinations Never raise voices, forever stay moist In the everglade place, we settled and made choices Never been considered as a master race But then we’re quick to switch and adapt to change It isn’t an idiom when we say we’re amphibian Fill a ditch with a bit of liquid and we live in them There’s no bigger mystery than our history Shrouded under visions in the shadow of the Hist tree We’re pale, vicious, what ails you, we resist Witness our tails flick as we hail Sithis
[Hook] So never start spats with the Ebonheart Pact Or you’ll never ever, ever get your severed arm back Whether you are governed by your head or heart that Is irrelevant when battling the Ebonheart Pact I said never start spats with the Ebonheart Pact Or you’ll never ever, ever get your severed arm back Whether you are governed by your head or heart that Is irrelevant when battling the Ebonheart Pact
[Verse 2] We are the Dark Elves, tackle every task well Nobody can casts spells quite as well as ourselves Breaking through your hard shells, taking you to half health The greatest of the fables and the tales that the bard tells We’re in pursuit of a higher truth And we’ll chase it through flames, that’s why they made us fireproof Some say we’re quite aloof but our race just might produce The one to execute the Daedra and tie the noose Nothing’ll touch you just as tragic as Destruction magic Ramp it up to maximum then cast to make you rushed and panicked Crushed and damaged, this isn’t just an anecdote Our mana flows up so savage We’ll leave your head pounding, leaking like a fountain Blood coming down like lava from the Red Mountain To underestimate the Dunmer’s a direct mistake You’ll be torn asunder, plundered and then left to fate
[Hook] So never start spats with the Ebonheart Pact Or you’ll never ever, ever get your severed arm back Whether you are governed by your head or heart that Is irrelevant when battling the Ebonheart Pact I said never start spats with the Ebonheart Pact Or you’ll never ever, ever get your severed arm back Whether you are governed by your head or heart that Is irrelevant when battling the Ebonheart Pact
[Verse 3] We are the Nords, we’re bringing hordes Banging on the big drums to ringing chords Singing war choruses, swinging swords Killing all sorts of Orcs and winning wars In the beginning was a civil war in the north Land of Atmora, the warlord Ysgramor Brought us to the shores of an old cold continent Confident we’d conquer it, we conquered it with confidence Skyrim was ours now, as it shall ever be For we are the fiercest warriors you’ll ever see With our two-handed weapon expertise We’re rugged and robust, you look featherweight next to these Combat’s a long-lasting state of ecstasy Bring any weapon that you want, you’ll never get the best of me No-one but the ×Eight Divines could ever set my destiny Many men have tried it, now many rest in peace
[Hook] So never start spats with the Ebonheart Pact Or you’ll never ever, ever get your severed arm back Whether you are governed by your head or heart that Is irrelevant when battling the Ebonheart Pact I said never start spats with the Ebonheart Pact Or you’ll never ever, ever get your severed arm back Whether you are governed by your head or heart that Is irrelevant when battling the Ebonheart Pact
[Outro] No-one but the ×Eight Divines could ever set my destiny Many men have tried it, now many rest in peace No-one but the ×Eight Divines could ever set my destiny Many men have tried it, now many rest in peace