Hail Sithis

A poem for the return of the Dark Brotherhood

Hail Sithis, my brothers!

The time now is nigh.

The Listener returned,

Now the targets must die!

We shall spread out our shadow

Of death and despair

The fools still in hiding

Have right to beware

When the Mother, she whispers

In the Listener's ear

The name shall rebound

All around and bring fear

Sithis, the Dread Father!

Lord of the Void!

Even the Daedra,

Are wise to avoid.

The fear gnaws at all

Knowing they could be next

Siblings rejoice

when the dagger connects

The blade snuffs out the light

And the darkness creeps in

It swallows, consumes

All that was living within

Another poor fool

Who in death finds no peace

For the Night Mother calls,

There can be no release

No safety to they,

Who incur darkest wrath

The Sacrament's final

There's no other path.

But different are we

Who are agents of He

No fear we assume

From the shadowy gloom

For we have been chosen

To issue the blow

To end all of those

Who are doomed to below

In this we have pride

Never lost in the strife

Why cling to living

When death ends all life?

Now that the listener,

stealthily, arose

So does the brotherhood

Long thought disposed

In this the glory

Of Sithis runs red

The Emperor himself

Of all Tamriel dead

So when next the Black sacrament

By the Night Mother is heard

Hail Sithis, my siblings!

And fulfill her dark word!