Disclaimer: Morrowind and the Sixth House belong to Bethesda. This poem/song is just a little tribute.
.
Rise of the Unmourned
.
Our hopes were crushed, our dreams were quenched
And never was our blood avenged.
A House unmade, a House unmourned,
Forever hated, always scorned.
.
We are the howling of the storm.
We are the nightmares in your mind.
Soon all your fences will be worn
Down to release our outcast kind.
.
Lord Dagoth sleeps, but soon he'll wake!
We are not dead, we did not fall!
The one true House that welcomes all
Will lead the charge for Resdayn's sake!
.
Cast off restraints of mortal skin!
All shall great Him as they must,
Some in His flesh and some as dust!
Come, join the ranks of our kin!
.
The blackest black, the whitest white!
No order makes his words be still!
He brings a star, He shines with light,
When He imparts his godly will!
.
The Dreamer is awake! Behold
The glory of his cause unfold!
Cast down by Him false gods must fall!
Only He lives, for He is all!
.
Author's Note: English is not my native language - so if I made any mistakes feel free to point them out - having language mistakes in poems is even more embarassing then anywhere else. And please excuse the weird dots between the stanzas - ff. net was being stubborn and I couldn't get it to save the line breaks otherwise.