| It’s the dawn of the Second Era, war is getting nearer
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| Former enemies get together form a better, clearer
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| Bigger force of Bretons, Orcs and Redguards
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| To fill hearts with dread and leave seas of heads scarred
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| The Bretons are the Westerners that trek the depth and breadth
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| Of Tamriel through Hammerfell ‘til we have dealt with every pestilence
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| In essence, Bretons are the sages of the lessons in the pages
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| Of the Ancient Books, the weapons of the mages
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| Respected through the ages as professional and gracious
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| Due to dressing in the raiments of the excellentest tailors
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| The Gift of Magnus give us bags of extra Magicka
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| So many spells you’d have a hella job to add it up
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| We swear fealty to High King Emeric
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| And anybody that doesn’t is going to get a haemorrhage
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| So pour a beverage, and hold it up high
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| Promise to serve the Covenant even if we must die
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| No other government is running us; |
| we’re warriors
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| They cannot worry us; |
| we do not know what worry is
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| From the humblest man to the baddest Lord
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| Raise our hands up with the flags and let the dagger fall
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| Let the dagger fall
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| Let the dagger fall
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| Deep, and true, and you can have it all
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| Let the dagger fall
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| Let the dagger fall
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| True, and deep, and we can have it all
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| We are the Orsimer, nobody’s awesomer
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| War’s in our blood, while yours never poured thinner
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| Spilling warm innards on the floor in a small inn
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| And eat poor little paupers up, for dinner
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| Pick up the porter and pour in some more liquor
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| Raw ichor, getting slaughtered’ll leave you
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| All with a little bit more than a sore liver
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| You’ve no more hope than a small glimmer
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| Your Lord’s never ever going to forgive us
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| Whether Lawgivers or sinners
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| We are warring for a cause and we fought it with the force
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| Of a horse with the balls of a pure winner
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| Blacksmiths, axes, add it to the axis
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| Of actual madness you’re going to get whacked with
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| From the humblest man to the Dragonborn
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| Raise our hands up with the flags and let the dagger fall
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| Let the dagger fall
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| Let the dagger fall
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| Deep, and true, and you can have it all
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| Let the dagger fall
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| Let the dagger fall
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| True, and deep, and we can have it all
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| See the dagger fall after the hammer fell
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| Plan a parry and it is apparent that your plan’ll fail
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| From Sentinel, our power’s spanning all of Tamriel
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| In every race’s annals, tales of our battles sail
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| Over moats and castles; |
| vales, overdose on powerful ale
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| For we shall regale you with how we’re tough as dragonscale
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| Then hit you right on the head like a hammered nail
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| Breathtaking so don’t forget you can inhale
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| Stacked physiques, we’re athletes in wrapped sheets
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| From a land of vast heat, our rap sheets
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| Are longer than an Abecean Anvil back street
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| Fact: we eat bread and the crust, and thus we be incredibly buff
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| But it’s never enough, we never let muscles or metal descend into rust
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| So anyone coming and messing with us is getting rebuffed, offended and cussed
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| Then we have push with the adrenaline rush
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| We leave our enemies crushed with every thrust
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| So you’d better be hushed lest you end up as dust
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| Forward for Daggerfall!
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| Let the dagger fall
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| Let the dagger fall
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| Deep, and true, and you can have it all
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| Let the dagger fall
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| Let the dagger fall
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| True, and deep, and we can have it all
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| Let the dagger fall
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| Let the dagger fall
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| Deep, and true, and you can have it all
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| Let the dagger fall
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| Let the dagger fall
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| True, and deep, and we can have it all |