Mercy for the elves who guard their lives with faith Our hands do weight them down, but their kind hearts will forgive the weight Arlathan fell so deep onto the ocean floor Currents of hate will so challenge their fate
Mercy for the elves who marched with us through fire Stood with Andraste as she rose against the empire Can we pay the cost for the allies we have lost in fear? Our hands of pain will so threaten their name
If we climb through our doubt we can sympathize When the slightest unite, then a giant will rise Slightest unite then a giant will rise
Mercy for the elves who wander through the night Dalish farther roams, will the Dalish son survive the fight? How can we deny what their number can supply the Realm? Slightest unite then a giant will rise When the slightest unite then a giant will rise