The vacant glow of our Hearth
The subtle warmth of our Brethren
The ashy skies lay waste to our camps
The tedious Blight kills off our herds
We stand persecuted and banished from our Good Lands
Forced into the backcountry, like savages and dogs
Imperials and fake Dunmer alike, our own blood
The false Great Houses and Temple and Churches
All take no heed in our pain
Lord Nerevar proclaimed our rights
With One-Clan-Under-Moon-And-Star
We await the day our servitude is reaped and rewarded
We await the fall of the Devil and the False Gods
We yearn for unity between Clan and House
We pray for the Imperial yolk to leave our shores
Back to the west, and so Vvardenfel is once again Resdayn, anon Velothi
Seven Trials and Seven Curses within Seven Visions test the Incarnates
Many fall, but One remains