Dan Bull - The Aldmeri Dominion lyrics
Daniel “Dan” Bull
[Dan Bull - The Aldmeri Dominion lyrics]
We are the Khajit, the elite sneak thief
Concealing the secrets that we each keep
With the leanest of feet and
The meanest of teeth
We can clean out your keeps
In just three minutes each
So that means if you need something stealing
Then really you need to just leave
It to me: the Khajit look it up
Skooma's the new drug and cooking it up
We produce it with moon sugar
It'll soon soothe your troubles
As you just succumb to the tune
Of the drums and the lutes
As they hum and they hoot and
They strum and they shoot
With the stars, under the blue of the moons
As we run on the rooves
Through ruins and roots
We are ruling the roost
Robbing rubies and runes
You will rue being rude when
You reach our lair
And you'll kneel at the throne
Of the prince of Elsweyr
Our opinion's the dominion is a
Kingdom that'll bring Nirn
To ascendance with a vengeance, not
Dependent on a thing, no
We're wood elves, what else?
Wood houses are where we delve and
We dwell in the dells
Some seldom would doubt if
You touch our trees
You'll be held to account
Down for the count down under the canopy
What now for you? Well
You're becoming a canapé
See, we eat each other, we're cannibalistic
And it's a compliment if you
Should call us animalistic
We're symbiotic with the living
Things we live with
Resist affliction, Vigor
Lead the leaves and lift spirit's
These forests will remain forever Bosmer
Real archers in the woods
Never mention Kevin Costner
I tote a bow that no-one
Else could aim as good
So don't claim you could
Or I'll make acquainted, feather
Brain and wood made of Aldmeri blood, the
Place we hail from, valenwood
We came and took our native place
And greatly raised it up
Yeah, be quiet now, we're the high elves
We're tall enough to take things
Off really high shelves
We do the bidding of the scrolls of praxis
You'll find us casting magic
Over holding axes
Exalted and thin with golden tanned skin
Behold the aristocratic and
Magnaminous grand kin
Descended from the deities so
Say your prayers please
We've agents every place
Increase the range Ayren sees
Clearly superior in whatever area we
Dare to appear in
There ain't a better Mer here
The more the merrier
So where are your men when you need them?
They see us and flee, fled in terror
You'll wish you wielded just
Some of that style
When we use the common tongue
To summon that bile if you come and get vile
In the summerset isle
Then I'ma set fire to your bum and get wild
Concealing the secrets that we each keep
With the leanest of feet and
The meanest of teeth
We can clean out your keeps
In just three minutes each
So that means if you need something stealing
Then really you need to just leave
It to me: the Khajit look it up
Skooma's the new drug and cooking it up
We produce it with moon sugar
It'll soon soothe your troubles
As you just succumb to the tune
Of the drums and the lutes
As they hum and they hoot and
They strum and they shoot
With the stars, under the blue of the moons
As we run on the rooves
Through ruins and roots
We are ruling the roost
Robbing rubies and runes
You will rue being rude when
You reach our lair
And you'll kneel at the throne
Of the prince of Elsweyr
Our opinion's the dominion is a
Kingdom that'll bring Nirn
To ascendance with a vengeance, not
Dependent on a thing, no
We're wood elves, what else?
Wood houses are where we delve and
We dwell in the dells
Some seldom would doubt if
You touch our trees
You'll be held to account
Down for the count down under the canopy
What now for you? Well
You're becoming a canapé
See, we eat each other, we're cannibalistic
And it's a compliment if you
Should call us animalistic
We're symbiotic with the living
Things we live with
Resist affliction, Vigor
Lead the leaves and lift spirit's
These forests will remain forever Bosmer
Real archers in the woods
Never mention Kevin Costner
I tote a bow that no-one
Else could aim as good
So don't claim you could
Or I'll make acquainted, feather
Brain and wood made of Aldmeri blood, the
Place we hail from, valenwood
We came and took our native place
And greatly raised it up
Yeah, be quiet now, we're the high elves
We're tall enough to take things
Off really high shelves
We do the bidding of the scrolls of praxis
You'll find us casting magic
Over holding axes
Exalted and thin with golden tanned skin
Behold the aristocratic and
Magnaminous grand kin
Descended from the deities so
Say your prayers please
We've agents every place
Increase the range Ayren sees
Clearly superior in whatever area we
Dare to appear in
There ain't a better Mer here
The more the merrier
So where are your men when you need them?
They see us and flee, fled in terror
You'll wish you wielded just
Some of that style
When we use the common tongue
To summon that bile if you come and get vile
In the summerset isle
Then I'ma set fire to your bum and get wild