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Your fiery eyes turned to cold crystals
Reflecting betrayal, pain and hatred
Your kind heart now a valve of wrath
The bright knight swallowed

Insults from the elders, outrage from the minor ones
Not one anymore, always to be scorned
Reborn in ashes of anger, the bloody curse remains
They can take what belongs to us
And conquer our lands, but

We carry in our hearts the true country
And that cannot be stolen
We follow in the steps of our ancestry
And that cannot be broken

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(in the end, a little quote from 'The Dead Heart', by The Midnight Oil).

Ragosh, mt orsimer... If i return to play Skyrim again, i may end up using her.