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Scythe of Luna - Winterhold
[Niah]
Worn out by the grinding tides,
Grey walls of city stands.
The one was rich and full of thrive,
[Niah & Arven]
But now meets decadance.
[Niah]
Salt and ashes,
Whores and booze.
Pirates and outlaws make
Tope from their shoes,
[Arven]
Then drown the victims
Into depth of sea.
Where they all facing
The gluttonous Devils.
[Niah & Arven]
Oh, the glory of Winterhold!
[Niah]
It was emblazoned
With silk and gold.
[Niah & Arven]
Forgotten tale once was told,
[Niah]
But now there is only
The filth and gore.
As sunset goes down
Taverns gets full
Of wondering scum,
Howling at moon.
[Niah & Arven]
Stole all the treasures
And drink all the ale -
This is the pirateship
True Holy Grail.
[Niah]
Salt and ashes,
Whores and booze.
Pirates and outlaws make
Ropes not so loose.
[Arven]
Dangling poor victims
All over the place -
Thats how they meet
Their cruel fates.
[Niah & Arven]
Oh, the glory of Winterhold!
[Niah]
It was emblazoned
With silk and gold.
[Niah & Arven]
Forgotten tale once was told,
[Niah]
But now there is only
The filth and gore.
Oh, the glory of Winterhold!
[Niah & Arven]
Oh, the glory of Winterhold!
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