All the things I hate
They are what begin to twist my fate
I recognize the power
That they hold, and I desire
I will endure the eternal hunger
Something that will twist the mental state
Your remedies are like salt to open lacerations
Yet the pain also grant's me liberation
Happiness begins to turn into blackness
It hurts like hell, and I cannot handle the spell
All I want is to be free and never driven to insanity
I hear the dark master’s call
All the vigilant’s must fall
Just as the Altmer Elenwyn
Fell to the Volkihar Titan
I hear the call of the malicious mace
Then it suddenly vanishes without a trace
I must find it in the city of silver
In order to gain the true power
And become a true Night-Brother...
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