Bothdorji (VO)

Original media : TES 2 : Daggerfall Breathe candent smoke on the veil of Oblivion And force the line dispelled Awaken the sleepless, unquiet Princes And bid Their standing servants rise It is the night when frost will burn When flame will freeze the lamplit lake When clouds of bats devour clouds of birds When boils and sores afflict the rich When a boy with wings doth curse the land If knowing lies fester on my tongue And such whens are but whispers in the night These words form a sentence of death But if the Day of Oblivion is indeed at hand Servants of the Dark, obey me