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Hymn to Kyne In darkness , your light shines through , Warrior Goddess , for you we strike true . When hope is lost and war rages on , Warrior Goddess , hear our blessed song ! With a Nord's death , fallen in battle , Warrior Goddess , guide us through shadow . Grant us courage to fight and sharpen our swords , Warrior Goddess , mother of Nords !

The Plane Meld Of all the Daedric princes There's one with shocking gall His goal : The domination and enslavement of us all The God of Schemes The Prince of Pain The Captain of Corruption He tills the land of Tamriel And sows the seeds of destruction The plane meld is nigh The plane meld is nigh Our world will disappear The plane meld is nigh The plane meld is nigh Our doom is drawing near Chains of darkness grip the land And draw it ever near To his nightmare , Coldharbour Where hope bows down to fear Tearing souls of innocents Into eternal pain While his daedric minions Sing praises of his name The plane meld is nigh The plane meld is nigh As Molag Bal commands The plane meld is nigh The plane meld is nigh Our doom is now at hand

Battle of Glenumbra Moors Who took up arms that winter dawn and to Glenumbra came ? To raise their hand 'gainst tyrants , stand and die in freedom's name ? Who stood upon the field that hour to answer Direnni's call ? Men , Breton-born , all came that morn , to fend the land for all ! Rise , rise ! To freedom , rise ! Arise , ye Breton sons and daughters . Ride , ride ! To freedom , ride ! Truth and glory to the brave ! And when the battle , it was joined , Alessians three to one , Skies lit bright with magic's light and with magic , it was won . For all they stood on blessed ground whence all her power came , The rocks would yield , what might they wield , all in Direnni's name ! Rise , rise ! To freedom , rise ! Arise , ye Breton sons and daughters . Ride , ride ! To freedom , ride ! Truth and glory to the brave ! So children of this Breton land , ye best remember well All those who for High Rock stood : Brian , Ancois , Rielle Men of the North fought and stood forth Till all oppressors fell !

Ode to Queen Ayrenn This song's for our queen , our beautiful elf Who would not be held up there on a shelf She sang and she danced , and she studied the past But her time as princess , it would not last Ayrenn , Ayrenn , Where have you been ? No time for court intrigue And now you rule as queen She ran from the dresses , she ran from the pomp She could not right stomach more High Elven wrong Our future leader sailed from our shores To High Rock , Skyrim , and more Now what did she do while she was away ? She met sword-dancers and taught them to sway Fought bears , ran dungeons, drank mead with the Nords Not once was she ever bored When push came to shove and her father lay dead She aimed for the Isles to put a crown on her head And we welcomed her back With a cheer and a dance Now let's all at once , now eagles advance ! Ayrenn , Ayrenn , You are a great queen We toast to your health By moon , stars , and green

Ithguleoir We all remember Annine Praul , Went out to sea one day ; Ithguleior bit off her head , Beneath the sea of gray , beneath the sea of gray ! And what about Therese's son , A brave and handsome boy ; Ithguleoir et him up , His mother's pride and joy , his mother's pride and joy ! Oh how we mourn our good man Thom , Who swore he'd catch the dreadful beast ; Ithguleoir et him whole , And then he ate the priest , and then he ate the priest !