De La Grande Bibliotheque de Tamriel
Comment : Transcribed by ear
Sitting beneath its swaying leaves,
Hearing its words within the breeze,
Speak, hear the Hist speak,
Hear the Hist speak its words to me.
Below the roots forever spread,
Collecting souls of our dead,
Speak, hear the Hist speak,
Hear the Hist speak its words to me.
From its sap we gain our life,
By its judgement we end strife,
Tribe and Hist, sky and sun,
All connected, all are one,
All connected, all are one.
Sitting beneath its swaying leaves,
Hearing its words within the breeze,
Speak, hear the Hist speak,
Hear the Hist speak its words to me,
Hear the Hist speak its words to me.
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