Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Daggerfall Covenant, artist - Dan Bull. Album song Generation Gaming VI, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.04.2015
Record label: Dan Bull
Song language: English
The Daggerfall Covenant |
It’s the dawn of the Second Era, war is getting nearer |
Former enemies get together form a better, clearer |
Bigger force of Bretons, Orcs and Redguards |
To fill hearts with dread and leave seas of heads scarred |
The Bretons are the Westerners that trek the depth and breadth |
Of Tamriel through Hammerfell ‘til we have dealt with every pestilence |
In essence, Bretons are the sages of the lessons in the pages |
Of the Ancient Books, the weapons of the mages |
Respected through the ages as professional and gracious |
Due to dressing in the raiments of the excellentest tailors |
The Gift of Magnus give us bags of extra Magicka |
So many spells you’d have a hella job to add it up |
We swear fealty to High King Emeric |
And anybody that doesn’t is going to get a haemorrhage |
So pour a beverage, and hold it up high |
Promise to serve the Covenant even if we must die |
No other government is running us; |
we’re warriors |
They cannot worry us; |
we do not know what worry is |
From the humblest man to the baddest Lord |
Raise our hands up with the flags and let the dagger fall |
Let the dagger fall |
Let the dagger fall |
Deep, and true, and you can have it all |
Let the dagger fall |
Let the dagger fall |
True, and deep, and we can have it all |
We are the Orsimer, nobody’s awesomer |
War’s in our blood, while yours never poured thinner |
Spilling warm innards on the floor in a small inn |
And eat poor little paupers up, for dinner |
Pick up the porter and pour in some more liquor |
Raw ichor, getting slaughtered’ll leave you |
All with a little bit more than a sore liver |
You’ve no more hope than a small glimmer |
Your Lord’s never ever going to forgive us |
Whether Lawgivers or sinners |
We are warring for a cause and we fought it with the force |
Of a horse with the balls of a pure winner |
Blacksmiths, axes, add it to the axis |
Of actual madness you’re going to get whacked with |
From the humblest man to the Dragonborn |
Raise our hands up with the flags and let the dagger fall |
Let the dagger fall |
Let the dagger fall |
Deep, and true, and you can have it all |
Let the dagger fall |
Let the dagger fall |
True, and deep, and we can have it all |
See the dagger fall after the hammer fell |
Plan a parry and it is apparent that your plan’ll fail |
From Sentinel, our power’s spanning all of Tamriel |
In every race’s annals, tales of our battles sail |
Over moats and castles; |
vales, overdose on powerful ale |
For we shall regale you with how we’re tough as dragonscale |
Then hit you right on the head like a hammered nail |
Breathtaking so don’t forget you can inhale |
Stacked physiques, we’re athletes in wrapped sheets |
From a land of vast heat, our rap sheets |
Are longer than an Abecean Anvil back street |
Fact: we eat bread and the crust, and thus we be incredibly buff |
But it’s never enough, we never let muscles or metal descend into rust |
So anyone coming and messing with us is getting rebuffed, offended and cussed |
Then we have push with the adrenaline rush |
We leave our enemies crushed with every thrust |
So you’d better be hushed lest you end up as dust |
Forward for Daggerfall! |
Let the dagger fall |
Let the dagger fall |
Deep, and true, and you can have it all |
Let the dagger fall |
Let the dagger fall |
True, and deep, and we can have it all |
Let the dagger fall |
Let the dagger fall |
Deep, and true, and you can have it all |
Let the dagger fall |
Let the dagger fall |
True, and deep, and we can have it all |