from black marsh we are argonians other breeds act harsh treat us as lowly uns weve been cursed trodden into the dirt so we developed a thick skin theres little can hurt us and when it does were the best at restoration quick to mend assist a friend to get to destinations never raise voices forever stay moist in the everglade place we settled and made choices never been considered as a master race but then were quick to switch and adapt to change it isnt an idiom when we say were amphibian fill a ditch with a bit of liquid and we live in them theres no bigger mystery than our history shrouded under visions in the shadow of the hist tree were pale vicious what ails you we resist witness our tails flick as we hail sithis so never start spats with the ebonheart pact or youll never ever ever get your severed arm back whether you are governed by your head or heart that is irrelevant when battling the ebonheart pact i said never start spats with the ebonheart pact or youll never ever ever get your severed arm back whether you are governed by your head or heart that is irrelevant when battling the ebonheart pact we are the dark elves tackle every task well nobody can casts spells quite as well as ourselves breaking through your hard shells taking you to half health the greatest of the fables and the tales that the bard tells were in pursuit of a higher truth and well chase it through flames thats why they made us fireproof some say were quite aloof but our race just might produce the one to execute the daedra and tie the noose nothingll touch you just as tragic as destruction magic ramp it up to maximum then cast to make you rushed and panicked crushed and damaged this isnt just an anecdote our mana flows up so savage well leave your head pounding leaking like a fountain blood coming down like lava from the red mountain to underestimate the dunmers a direct mistake youll be torn asunder plundered and then left to fate  so never start spats with the ebonheart pact or youll never ever ever get your severed arm back whether you are governed by your head or heart that is irrelevant when battling the ebonheart pact i said never start spats with the ebonheart pact or youll never ever ever get your severed arm back whether you are governed by your head or heart that is irrelevant when battling the ebonheart pact we are the nords were bringing hordes banging on the big drums to ringing chords singing war choruses swinging swords killing all sorts of orcs and winning wars in the beginning was a civil war in the north land of atmora the warlord ysgramor brought us to the shores of an old cold continent confident wed conquer it we conquered it with confidence skyrim was ours now as it shall ever be for we are the fiercest warriors youll ever see with our two handed weapon expertise were rugged and robust you look featherweight next to these combats a long lasting state of ecstasy bring any weapon that you want youll never get the best of me no one but the eight divines could ever set my destiny many men have tried it now many rest in peace so never start spats with the ebonheart pact or youll never ever ever get your severed arm back whether you are governed by your head or heart that is irrelevant when battling the ebonheart pact i said never start spats with the ebonheart pact or youll never ever ever get your severed arm back whether you are governed by your head or heart that is irrelevant when battling the ebonheart pact no one but the eight divines could ever set my destiny many men have tried it now many rest in peace no one but the eight divines could ever set my destiny many men have tried it now many rest in peace