We tilt Skyrim's ground despite frozen toil We tended the Kwama beneath Morrowind's soil We hunted the Wamasu in Black Marshes glades We three hearths had no need for blades Then they came from the seas with steel in their hands They burned down our homes and ravaged our lands Akaviri brought nothing but bloodshed and lies Our families were slain before our eyes With three separate people they shared a cruel joke A choice between death or the yoke But then our three people knew what must be done To end the oppression our three became one Forged by war the Ebonhearts rose and drove the Akaviri back to the sea When the enemies begged for the mercy they lacked Three voices as one shouted blood for the pact Forged by war our story be told No shackles can hold us wether moonstone or gold