Dan Bull - The Ebonheart Pact lyrics

From Black Marsh, we are Argonians
Other breeds act harsh
Treat us as lowly ‘uns
We’ve been cursed, trodden into the dirt
So we developed a thick skin
There’s little can hurt us and when it does
We’re the best at Restoration quick to mend
Assist a friend to get to destinations
Never raise voices, forever stay moist
In the everglade place
We settled and made choices
Never been considered as a master race
But then we’re quick to switch
And adapt to change
It isn’t an idiom when we say we’re amphibian
Fill a ditch with a bit of
Liquid and we live in them
There’s no bigger mystery than our history
Shrouded under visions in the shadow
Of the Hist tree
We’re pale, vicious, what ails you, we resist
Witness our tails flick as we hail Sithis

So never start spats with the Ebonheart Pact
Or you’ll never ever
Ever get your severed arm back
Whether you are governed by your
Head or heart that
Is irrelevant when battling
The Ebonheart Pact i said never start spats
With the Ebonheart Pact
Or you’ll never ever
Ever get your severed arm back
Whether you are governed by your
Head or heart that
Is irrelevant when battling
The Ebonheart Pact

We are the Dark Elves, tackle every task well
Nobody can casts spells quite
As well as ourselves
Breaking through your hard shells
Taking you to half health
The greatest of the fables and the
Tales that the bard tells
We’re in pursuit of a higher truth
And we’ll chase it through flames
That’s why they made us fireproof
Some say we’re quite aloof but
Our race just might produce
The one to execute the Daedra
And tie the noose
Nothing’ll touch you just as
Tragic as Destruction magic
Ramp it up to maximum then cast
To make you rushed and panicked
Crushed and damaged
This isn’t just an anecdote
Our mana flows up so savage
We’ll leave your head pounding
Leaking like a fountain
Blood coming down like lava
From the Red Mountain
To underestimate the Dunmer’s
A direct mistake you’ll be torn asunder
Plundered and then left to fate

So never start spats with the Ebonheart Pact
Or you’ll never ever
Ever get your severed arm back
Whether you are governed by your
Head or heart that
Is irrelevant when battling
The Ebonheart Pact i said never start spats
With the Ebonheart Pact
Or you’ll never ever
Ever get your severed arm back
Whether you are governed by your
Head or heart that
Is irrelevant when battling
The Ebonheart Pact

We are the Nords, we’re bringing hordes
Banging on the big drums to ringing chords
Singing war choruses, swinging swords
Killing all sorts of Orcs and winning wars
In the beginning was a civil war in the north
Land of Atmora, the warlord Ysgramor
Brought us to the shores of
An old cold continent
Confident we’d conquer it
We conquered it with confidence
Skyrim was ours now, as it shall ever be
For we are the fiercest
Warriors you’ll ever see
With our two handed weapon expertise
We’re rugged and robust
You look featherweight next to these
Combat’s a long lasting state of ecstasy
Bring any weapon that you want
You’ll never get the best of me
No-one but the Eight Divines could
Ever set my destiny many men have tried it
Now many rest in peace

So never start spats with the Ebonheart Pact
Or you’ll never ever
Ever get your severed arm back
Whether you are governed by your
Head or heart that
Is irrelevant when battling
The Ebonheart Pact i said never start spats
With the Ebonheart Pact
Or you’ll never ever
Ever get your severed arm back
Whether you are governed by your
Head or heart that
Is irrelevant when battling
The Ebonheart Pact

No-one but the Eight Divines could
Ever set my destiny many men have tried it
Now many rest in peace
No-one but the Eight Divines could
Ever set my destiny many men have tried it
Now many rest in peace