Fall of the Tribunal

Our Warrior-Poet, our watchful eye Can you hear his battle cry? He is our patron of artists and rogues He teaches us less wandered roads Oh, Lord Vivec, what have we done? The world will be undone Oh, Lord Vivec, save us from the end And your name we will defend Our Lady of Mercy, so kind and just In her we put all our trust The patron of healers – she nurtures us all With her we will stand tall Oh, Almalexia, our Lady of grace Save us in your embrace Oh, Almalexia, we see our doom It will all be over soon Our Clockwork God, our mystic and mage He's the wisest of this age The patron of wizards and scholars alike You won't know before he strikes Oh, Sotha Sil, see it in your heart And grand us a new start Oh, Sotha Sil, tell us of your plans Or we might not stand a chance And so – Morrowind Falls Along with our – Tribunal Gods Oh, Lord Vivec, where did you go? We miss your immortal glow Abandoned your people, left all paranoid You got your city destroyed Oh, Almalexia, you killed Sotha Sil What on Nirn could drive you to kill - A friend who knew how to make you all Gods Now all else see you as frauds Oh, Sotha Sil, you died as if mute Now all our fates are absolute Your presence divine, yet your end unforeseen No greater could you have been