Verse 1:
Raise your cups, my friends, lean close,
Let fire kiss your throats—
For this is the tale of a broken crown
And the world that hung by smoke.
In Cyrodiil, beneath red skies,
The Emperor walked alone,
With Blades at heel and death behind,
A whisper carved in stone.
A prison cell, a stranger’s fate,
A key to a bleeding throne—
Oh, fate can be a wicked thing
When Daedric winds have blown.
Chorus:
Oh, the Dragonfires dimmed that night,
And the gates of hell swung wide.
But a nameless soul took up the fight,
With the Nine Gods at their side.
Sing high, sing low—let the story be told,
Of the hero on the Dragonfire Road.
Verse 2:
The amulet lost, the bloodline faint,
A heir hidden from the blade,
A priest who never sought a crown
But bore a king’s true shade.
Through forests deep and chapel stone,
Through ruins cold and cursed,
They ran from jaws of Mehrunes Dagon,
Whose hunger split the earth.
Kvatch fell first—a cry of flame,
A city swallowed whole.
But from its ash rose one brave soul
With iron in their soul.
Closing gates with battered hands,
With steel and battered shield—
Where others fled in shattered fear,
This wanderer did not yield.
Chorus:
Oh, the Dragonfires dimmed that night…
From Bruma’s frost to Leyawiin’s marsh,
From Anvil’s golden coast,
They carried hope like contraband
Against a Daedric host.
Verse 3:
The mighty stood, the coward fled,
Yet soldiers, thieves, and mages
All watched a single warrior
Lock shut those crimson cages.
And when at last the final gate
Split open, tall and dire,
When Dagon strode through smoke and hate
To snuff out every fire—
The heir stepped forth with fearless eyes,
A shape of mortal grace,
And with Akatosh’s waking roar
The dragon took his place.
A burst of light, a world reborn,
A statue cast in stone—
A hero kneeling in the dust,
Exhausted, lost… alone.
But legends thrive on such a soul,
The one who bore the load.
So raise a glass and bless their name—
The guardian of the Dragonfire Road.
Final Chorus:
Oh, the Dragonfires blaze tonight,
For the price that one heart paid.
So sing their tale in every hall,
Where brave and bold are made.
Sing high, sing low—let eternity know:
We remember the Dragonfire Road.
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