A Land Far Away

T'was here on the cobbled streets
of Daggerfalls...
Hearts of steel
struck off the zhentish yoke!

The foul foe went fleeing,
Stumbling-groaning
before the loyal swords of
Lord Randal Morn.

Hey there Freedom Fighter!
What do they call you?

Who'll clear up this mess,
'now the fighting's over?

The warrior-lord's helm came free
his dark hair was flowing
Eyes like a hawk's stared the ingrate
down.

"We will ye craven, look about you!
Swords alone, won not these walls.
Flashing scythes came leaping
wild brooms a-striking.

The people descended
like
a storm.

Our war is not yet won...
Join or leave,
My name is Randal Morn."