作词 : Setesh Vera
Stillness, my friend, is the norm
For all of Tamriel mourns
The air is thick with a pallid malaise
A blanket from a murder of crows
I hear the golden Eagle's cry
And the red Dragon takes to flight
Each goes their own way
The eve of war on full display
Shades of grey consume the land
Banners, now ripped and tanned
Brothers are dressed in fearful clothes
Woven by a murder of crows
Hushed voices whisper as fire lights the sky
Constant thunder of drums of war
Armies of man, they heave and sigh
While death claims all in this silence
Shades of grey consume the land
Banners, now ripped and tanned
Brothers are dressed in fearful clothes
This chapter shows, that death consumes all
作词 : Setesh Vera
Stillness, my friend, is the norm
For all of Tamriel mourns
The air is thick with a pallid malaise
A blanket from a murder of crows
I hear the golden Eagle's cry
And the red Dragon takes to flight
Each goes their own way
The eve of war on full display
Shades of grey consume the land
Banners, now ripped and tanned
Brothers are dressed in fearful clothes
Woven by a murder of crows
Hushed voices whisper as fire lights the sky
Constant thunder of drums of war
Armies of man, they heave and sigh
While death claims all in this silence
Shades of grey consume the land
Banners, now ripped and tanned
Brothers are dressed in fearful clothes
This chapter shows, that death consumes all