Far over the bloody mountain smoked
To corners dark and caverns cold
We must away, ere break of day
To find our long-forgotten road
The pines were roaring on the heights
The winds were moaning in the night
The snow was white, it flew in blind
The trees like spears blazed with light

(高呼)
随便改了下词。。。。

The corps's were weeping in the ash
And mer looked up with noses bash'd;
The dragon's howl more fierce than storm
Blow down their manors and mushrooms doom'd.

Lady Azura, twillight at your breast,
Wonder how you manage to guide the feast.
Boethiah dances plot, Mephala provides clot,
Where'd the scarab gone to with his big robot.
Sundas Demon jumps without effort.
Morndas shakes to door only pile of Dung.
Tirdas Dreugh wants spear smashing fiercely.
See Mad Mess ye cry.
Lady Azura, mantle drop to feet,
Vowing for a revenge for the ruin with neat.
Sotha Sil rues, Almalexia has no clues,
Vivec jabbering all his lies makes it worse.
Middas Moon and Star break into Aetherius,
Turdas Magna shouts back like a bark,
Fredas Dragon die in his red diamond.
See Mad Mess to respond.
Lady Azura, dawn-beauty at your breat,
Wonder how you manage to chide all rest.

When I find myself in times of trouble,
Mother Azura comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom,
let it be
And in my hour of darkness
she is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
Let it be,
let it be,
let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be
And when the broken hearted people
living in the world agree
There will be an answer,
let it be
For though they may be parted,
there is still a chance that they will see
There will be an answer,
let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be
There will be an answer,
let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom,
let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom,
let it be
And when the night is cloudy
there is still a light that shines on me
Shine until tomorrow, let it be
I wake up to the sound of music,
Mother Azura comforts me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be,
yeah, let it be
There will be an answer, let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be,
yeah, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be

(够拽)
零修改，无违和

改自Breaking Benjamin的《Blow Me Away》，写Tsaesci的……
Only the Strongest will survive，
Lead us to Lork when we die
We are the shadow of Akavir
We will be the race Which eat you all

The Rim of Sky,the Rim of Sky!
Where Poetic Edda praised 'n' sung,
Where grew the arts of Shout and Fight,
Where Snow Towerrose, and Mankind sprung!
Eternal winter roaring on,
But all, except their Frost, is gone.
The Nordic and Draconic lore,
The Scourge of Shor, the Breath of Kyne,
Have conquered kingdoms you ignored:
Their rightful throne alone is poor
In might which rules over wider lands
Than your Sires' "Junaar se Kogaan."
The mountains look on High Hrothgar ---
And High Hrothgar looks on the Sky;
And musing there with mourning heart,
I dreamed Skyrim might still could cry;
For glancing through the Wound of Time,
I still recall the Storm of Prime.
Alduin sate on the rocky brow
Which looks o'er sky-born Bromjunaar;
And slaves, by millions, lay below,
And dragons around; --- all hail Ald!
He counted them at break of day ---
And, when the Sun set, where were they?
And where are they? And where art thou,
My country? On thy voiceless plain
The nordic lay is tuneless now ---
The nordic lips unleash no flame!
And must thy Tongue, so long divine,
Be redeem'd by the pagan Tribe?
'T is something, in the dearth of Fame,
Though linked among a fettered race,
To feel at least a warrior's shame,
Even as I sing, suffuse my face;
For what is left a poet here?
For Nord a sigh --- for Nord a tear.
Must we but weep o'er days more blest?
Must we but blush? --- Our fathers bled.
Earth! render back from out thy breast
A remnant of our Atmor'n dead!
Of the fire hundred grant but ten,
To make a new Saarthal's revenge!
What, silent still? and silent all?
Ah! no; --- the voices of the dead
Sound like a distant torrent's fall,
And answer, "Let one living head,
But one arise, --- we come, we come! "
'T is but the living who are dumb.
In vain -- in vain: strike other chords;
Fill high the cup with Alto wine!
Leave battles to the Orcish hordes,
And shed the blood of Jazbay's vine!
Hark! Rising to the ignoble call ---
How answers each bold Bacchanal!
You have the Nordic dance as yet,
Where is the Nordic phalanx gone?
Of two such lessons, why forget
The noblier and manlier one?
You have the words Ysgramor gave ---
Think ye he meant them for a slave?
Fill high the bowl with Alto wine!
We will not think of themes like these!
It made Odahviing's voice divine:
He served --- but served Lord Alduin ---
A Dragon; but our masters then
Were still, at least, our skyborn-kin.
The Dragon of the Northern Nirn
Was Freedom's best and bravest friend;
That dragon was Grey Wind Ysmir!
Oh! That the present hour would lend
Another despot of the kind!
Such chains as his were sure to bind.
Fill high the bowl with Alto wine!
On Solstheim Isle, and Windhelm's shore,
Exists the remnant of a line
Such as the Nordic mothers bore;
And there, perhaps, such seed is sown,
The old Atmoran blood might own.
Trust not for freedom to Empire ---
They have a king who buys and sells;
By native faith, and native ire,
The only hope of courage dwells;
But Altm'ri force, and Elvish fraud,
Would break your shield, however broad.
Fill high the bowl with Alto wine!
Our virgins dance beneath the shade ---
I see their glorious blue eyes shine;
But gazing on each glowing maid,
My own the burning tear-drop laves,
To think such breasts must suckle slaves.
Place me on the Throat of the World,
Where nothing, save the storms and I,
May hear our mutual murmurs swirl;
There, dov-like, let me shout and die;
A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine ---
Dash down yon cup of Alto wine!
刚才在6l发的有点排版错误，自己删掉了~~~

Snowberry,snowberry,
Every morning you greet me.
Small and red, hard sweety,
You look merry to meet me.
Bright as blade may you grow as young.
Grow as young forever.
Snowberry, snowberry,
Bless my homeland forever.