All the trials of Soul Cairn, Massacre’s and Expectation,
Beyond this grave of lost souls and ice, the world is not so nice,
Amongst all of Skyrim’s limitation’s, there is no such thing as Salvation
Be it through happiness or through avarice.
Be it even the woman who could entice
Any man, woman and child
Beyond the fields of shadow’s vice
Your souls are left to the call of the wild
Concentrated on your chances of survival, so mild
Will you ever come back from this
This is the price for becoming exiled...
And now you become the sacrifice...
For the ultimate darkness that grew on the Necromancer’s Moon...
And finally what you shall witness, will make you fear its tune…
Death holds no bounds... Yet it will destroy the soulless...
It has all the same powers... Yet its fury is endless...
The Lichborne shall be released upon the land...
Now tell me, will you dare to make your final stand?
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