Chapter 4: Lament of the Moon
The will of Elder Scrolls draws neigh,
And hails the Silver sheen;
Bids the runes due north sends driving forth
To blinding sleet and snow:
While bathed in gold, tumbling down,
the moon does dream,
By the Crystals roar, the sky turns bleak.
As Elysian falls into covert rest,
And pass the heartless day.
The sweeping blast, shall shadow cast,
The joyless fateful day,
When the Moon was taught fear, at the loss of one most dear With all the pride of Selene,
A tempest's howl of grief, to soothe a soul,
Dream's tear's it seems to join;
A shadow falls, Silence reigns
Of light and dark their fate remains!
Thou Power Supreme, whose mighty scheme
These woes to fulfil,
Beware, O queen of the nameless one,
For the Thorne of Dream,
Shall cast ruin or rebirth upon your name,
Do not deny, Fates great plan.
For it shall take what is most dear,
and destroy your reign.