Ahhh
Ven
Zul
Lok
Zul
Hun
Dur
Toor
Ahhh
Zoor
Setting sail to the East crossing the inner sea
Landing on the shores the Nord were running into impending doom
Driven by greed they tried to claim the lands of Resdayn
Under the lead of the mighty man whose voice was the Dwemer's bane.
But on the fields of ash, at the foot of Red Mountain
His voice unmatched - failed!
And the battle was lost
Rains of ash falling from the sky
The Windcaller's pride was his demise
Rains of ash falling from the sky
Silencing the dying man's cries
Zul
Hun
Ven
Lok
Zul
Hun
Dur
Toor
He was shattered by his vast defeat, the failure occupied his thoughts
His Thuum was silenced - he was punished by the Eight and One
After Seven years of meditation on the frailty of his ways
He then created the way of the voice to be the gods a praise
Rains of ash falling from the sky
The Windcaller's pride was his demise
Rains of ash falling from the sky
Silencing the dying man's cries
Remember the fields of ash
Remember the flames in the sky
Remember their futile death
Remember those you let die
Remember the fields of ash
Remember the flames in the sky
Remember their futile death
Remember those you let die in vain
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