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Дата выпуска: 27.10.2014
Язык песни: Английский
The Molag Ballad |
Mortals of Mundus, bend to my will |
Lend me your souls, blood shall be spilt |
Dreadful Dremoras of Coldharbour |
Sharpen your blades and fasten your armor |
All shall kneel before me! |
I am Molag Bal |
Behold my unholy thralls |
Once all of your souls are gone |
I’ll give your dimension an overhaul |
Dark Anchors drop from above, here cometh Oblivion |
Defy me and you’ll all be undone |
Locked in the darkest dungeon to rot |
Submit to enslavement, I am the Daedra of Domination |
Every mortal race shall be bound by chain |
When the planes have melded, you will hail my name |
Futile is your resistance |
Bow before this Daedric Prince and revere the Lord of Domination |
Be reborn, my abomination! |
I know your name, but I refuse to kneel |
You can strike me down, but by the Nine, I shall not yield |
Clashing sword and shield, as all of the forces storm the field |
How dare you cast a ward to heal? |
Beware the destructive force I wield |
I stand where the rest have fell |
I am the defender of Tamriel |
From Morrowind to Hammerfell |
I’m sending your anchors back to Hell |
The dragonfires have been extinguished |
Anyone know where a Dovahkiin is? |
Bloody your blade and be rid of the demons |
Even a Daedra can be defeated |
My mastery of the dark arts made my hardened heart grow darker |
I’m a necromancing Altmer, all who oppose me will be slaughtered |
Both the Mages Guild and Psijic Order are my alma mater |
Now I serve as the hand of Molag Bal, that makes me Molag Baller |
On the grave of my fallen fathers, you will die a forgotten martyr |
Now my focus could not be sharper |
Those who stand tall will fall harder |
I have come all the way to High Rock to make a mess of you demonic monsters |
Not a Cupid, but an archer |
Putting arrows through your hearts (URGH) |
Your betrayal of men will cost ya |
We will not bow to imposters |
When you die upon your own alter |
It’s a one-man army you’ve lost to |
Stand as one |
Abandon your allegiance |
Take up arms, to defeat his Daedric legions |
We stand as one |
Forsake your allegiance |
And then there will only be the Daedra standing between us |
You’d stand against Molag Bal? |
You will kneel when all hope is gone |
Shattered minds and broken hearts |
Will succumb to the curse I bestowed upon |
Your damned distanful empire |
I’m the father of all vampires |
An old legend told by campfire |
Now your tragic end must transpire |
Split all my bones and take my life |
I will never let you take my pride |
I’ll be the first mortal to break your spine |
And when I am through, your mace is mine |
You can keep your fancy lightning |
But can you keep up with a Nightblade? |
I fight better than Elves ever could |
Though I must admit, that was rather good |
I pity you foolish mortals |
Can you not see your days are numbered? |
The Dremora Lords have come to see your fortresses laid asunder |
Any mortal blade will fail to pierce our Daedric-plated armor |
And should you choose to fight or run, beware |
We come in greater numbers |
Stand as one |
Abandon your allegiance |
Take up arms, to defeat his Daedric legions |
We stand as one |
Forsake your allegiance |
And then there will only be the Daedra standing between us |