Dragonborn, wield thy sword! Ancient daemons plague the Pale I hear their call across mountains high Dovahkiin!
They circle the sky, calling of death Bursts of fire, dooming anger Their skeletal figures casting despair
Otherworldly presence Cast fire into the heart
Joor Zah Frul! Calling Dragonrend Homes are raised to ground as the battle does commence The villagers of Dawnstar take shelter in the wreckage As the Dovahkiin and ancient one clash in a battle of ages
Dragonbane in hand This ancient warrior will meet its end Pale swordsmen turned to ash The Dragonborn’s steel shall penetrate flesh