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At the Summit of Apocrypha
I weave my blade underneath the Betrayer’s skin.
Herma-Mora stares into my soul.
The blade shimmers with the Blood of ancient men, I’ll
Fight like a dog and dance like a mad man!
Do you mourn the death of your humanity?
Do you mourn the birth of your hate and apathy?
With the foggy, green skies, and the ashen, blackened seas, we’re
Together now, butting our heads!
An ancient blade forged in even older blood,
Carries with it the fate of all on Nirn.
Shouts scream out with no end and the blades they spark and fly and dance and
We can’t help but enthrall all who watch the fight.
The masked dragon priest stares back at me,
Like a little girl meeting her first love,
But I know that behind the mask only lies his rage…
At the Summit of Apocrypha we
Weave our blades through each other’s skin and souls.
Miraak’s mask stares back at me.
Abandoning all that I hold dear to my heart and life
I fight and I dance in a mad frenzy!
Akatosh was slain by Auri-El.
Aduin births the twin bastards of Fate.
Do you miss the winter’s winds? Do you miss the summer’s sun?
We’re together this evening butting heads!
Fight and dance with me!
The Pretender stands tall against the Betrayer.
Herma-Mora stares into our souls.
A story told until the day the stars fade and die -
We fight and dance to the sound of our heartbeats!
Do you mourn the death of your humanity?
I wish I could take your hand and dance with you instead…
You’ve lived for 4,000 years, I’ll live for 4,000 more,
And we’ll meet in Sovngarde butting heads once more!