De La Grande Bibliotheque de Tamriel
They turned their eyes from the redeeming light and grew dim
Without the Protectors they were doomed beyond death
Without the signs, their souls were lost to the coils
They refused to turn their faces skyward and were punished
They were cursed and tormented in their souls
…
Now the way to ascend was covered by fog
Now clouds obscured the way to the stars
And those with feet touching the stained ground
Those whose feet still walk on blemished Nirn
Would be conquered and driven from the Golden Stair
…
Call upon them now that we may be saved
Cry out to them, faces upturned to night sky
Mage, Master of deep secrets
Thief, Lord of shaded paths
Warrior, Blade-sire and shield-bearer
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