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.: Oblivion :.
I sing of arms of ancient Tamriel,
A home to Men and Elves and Beasts,
To Emperors and Daedra Lords as well,
And meek Argonians and proud Khajiits.
Of visitors, Uriel Septim and the Blades,
Crimson cloaks worn by the Mythic Dawn,
High burning of Kvatch, and Daedric raids,
And beasts and brutes from dread Oblivion;
Yet some hope remains, for there is one
To deliver the charméd Amulet of Kings,
Final hope before Mehrunes Dagon
And all the destruction that he brings,
But only if You, otherworlder, will
Become the Champion of Cyrodiil.
