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Accursed March 24, 2016 -
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Heads, heads, they loll along
In the cart pushed by soldiers strong
Blades, Blades; they are the Blades
With knives in backs from Altmer raids
Mede will bleed.
Altmer with deed.
Headsman with head.
Blades are dead.
They could not save the Septims,
They could not save themselves,
They could only die and fail, alone-
With no one left for oaths to own.
Heads, heads, they loll along
Down the roads so very long.
Talos, Talos, they worshiped Talos
And now the lands watch; engrossed
Dominion won.
Now there's none.
Empire lost.
Freedoms tossed.
They could not win the battle,
They could not win the war,
They could only die and fail, alone-
With blood spilled out unto the stone
Heads, heads, they loll along
For a reason not-so-wrong.
Red, red, they are stained red-
Red with blood where necks have bled
Ashes float up
From the spilt cup.
Pyres burn high
Into Auri-El's Sky.
Heads, Heads, they loll along
After the demanding song.
None shall stand amidst their place
As they roll upon the palace base.
Comments
@Lissette A bonfire with dancing is too primal. They're more likely to paint the scene while a bard plays this for them.
Damn Thalmor propaganda.