I suppose that I look different without the insanity and crown

I come this day before you with no madness, no Regal to be found

For here I am no Sheogorath, I am just a humble Daedra

And I only ask you take me, you take me as I am

I'm not looking for perfection; I'm not offering a Prince

I'm not looking for a pretty soul to put in some restraint

The only thing I want is that you love me if you can

And I only ask you take me, you take me as I am

I offer you a look inside, I offer you that trust

I need your strength to help me fight the battles against my sisters I must

I need you to remind me of the love we bear within

That there's more to life than ruling and the souls we seek to win

Don't take me out of fear; don't take me out of pride

Just take me if the woman you see is one you'd stand beside

I'm offering an open heart, I'm asking for your hand

And I only ask you take me, you take me as I am

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Once a fair and handsome Daedric Prince

Lay her foot upon the sand

For to woo the emperor's son

And to claim his marriage hand

'I have come in from Oblivion

I have come in from the Shivering Isles

And I'll not go to the Isles, love,

Lest ye come along with me.'

'Prince, long have I loved you

As a Daedra on Oblivion

I would gladly go and wed ye

And be lord of your home

But I cannot go into Oblivion

I cannot go into the Shivering Isles

I would die from old age, love,

If I went along with thee.'

'Lord, long have I loved you

I would have you for my Husband

I will stay upon your Mundus

Though it robs me of my title

I will stay one night beside you

Never go back to the Isles

I will stay and be thy wife

Though it is the death of me.'

Dae dae dae da da dae dae...

'Prince, I cannot go and wed thee

All to watch my lover die

Since I'll not be left a widower

I have a plan for us to try

Let us speak with my "grandmother"

Who has ever dwelt beside Oblivion

She may know some trick or treasure

That I may wed my fair Daedra.'

So they've gone to his grandmother's

Little cottage by Oblivion

To inquire how the Emperor's son

Can be wed to his Daedra

For Sheogoraths insane kingdom

Would surely rob him of his breath

But to stay on Mundus past midnight

It would surely be her death.

'Prince, I know not how to aid you

You may never live on Nirn

For your kind to live 'til dawning

It has ne'er been seen before

But my mother had a Hydra's scale coat

That she buried 'neath the tree

And she told me that its wearer

Would become a fair Daedra'

Dae dae dae da da dae dae...

So they've journeyed farther inland

Though the Daedric Prince is getting weak

And he's shouldering the shovel

To unearth the thing they seek

At the rising of the full moon

Underneath the elfin oak

He has unearthed that Daedric treasure

Of which his grandmother spoke.

Just before the stroke of midnight

They have made it back to the door way

And he has donned the magic scale coat

And become a hardy Dremora

Now they've gone into the water of Oblivion

Hand in hand into the Isles

She has long longed for him

A fair Daedric groom for a Prince'