Текст JT Machinima – The Molag Ballad

Mortals of Mundus, bend to my will
Lend me your souls, blood shall be spilt
Dreadful Dremoras of Coldharbour
Sharpen your blades and fasten your armor

I am Molag Bal
Behold my unholy thralls
Once all of your souls are gone
I’ll give your dimension an overhaul
Dark Anchors drop from above, here cometh Oblivion
Defy me and you’ll all be undone
Locked in the darkest dungeon to rot
Submit to enslavement, I am the Daedra of Domination
Every mortal race shall be bound by chain
When the planes have melded, you will hail my name
Futile is your resistance
Bow before this Daedric Prince and revere the Lord of Domination
Be reborn, my abomination!

I know your name, but I refuse to kneel
You can strike me down, but by the Nine, I shall not yield
Clashing sword and shield, as all of the forces storm the field
How dare you cast a ward to heal?
Beware the destructive force I wield
I stand where the rest have fell
I am the defender of Tamriel
From Morrowind to Hammerfell
I’m sending your anchors back to Hell
The dragonfires have been extinguished
Anyone know where a Dovahkiin is?
Bloody your blade and be rid of the demons

My mastery of the dark arts made my hardened heart grow darker
I’m a necromancing Altmer, all who oppose me will be slaughtered
Both the Mages Guild and Psijic Order are my alma mater
Now I serve as the hand of Molag Bal, that makes me Molag Baller

On the grave of my fallen fathers, you will die a forgotten martyr
Now my focus could not be sharper
Those who stand tall will fall harder
I have come all the way to High Rock to make a mess of you demonic monsters
Not a Cupid, but an archer
Putting arrows through your hearts (URGH)
Your betrayal of men will cost ya
We will not bow to imposters
When you die upon your own alter
It’s a one-man army you’ve lost to

Stand as one
Abandon your allegiance
Take up arms, to defeat his Daedric legions
We stand as one
Forsake your allegiance
And then there will only be the Daedra standing between us

You’d stand against Molag Bal?
You will kneel when all hope is gone
Shattered minds and broken hearts
Will succumb to the curse I bestowed upon
Your damned distanful empire
I’m the father of all vampires
An old legend told by campfire
Now your tragic end must transpire

Split all my bones and take my life
I will never let you take my pride
I’ll be the first mortal to break your spine
And when I am through, your mace is mine

You can keep your fancy lightning
But can you keep up with a Nightblade?
I fight better than Elves ever could
Though I must admit, that was rather good

I pity you foolish mortals
Can you not see your days are numbered?
The Dremora Lords have come to see your fortresses laid asunder
Any mortal blade will fail to pierce our Daedric-plated armor
And should you choose to fight or run, beware
We come in greater numbers

Stand as one
Abandon your allegiance
Take up arms, to defeat his Daedric legions
We stand as one
Forsake your allegiance
And then there will only be the Daedra standing between us