Young Randal of the Morns

[Inwintersshadow]

Have you ever wandered the Dagger hills
And heard the leucrottas cry?
Or seen the raven black as night
Upon a windswept sky
To walk a burning desert
or hear our glen winds sigh
To know that Daggerdale's liberty must die

Since the Zhents pushed us hillsward
To live our lowly lives
There's some of us have deemed to fight them
From Desertmouth mountains high
Noble souls with cores of iron
Who are not afraid to die
Who'll fight with our dale's honour held on high

A curse upon you Fzoul Chembryl
You who raped our Mother's land
We'll send you rotting down to Hell
For the horrors that you sent
To our misfortunate forefathers
Whom you robbed of their birthright
"To Hell or Daggerfalls!" may you burn in Hell tonight

Of one such man I'd like to speak
A freedom fighter by name and deed
His family dispossessed and slaughtered
They put a price upon his head
His name is known in song and story
And his deeds are legends still
Hunted for blood money
Was young Randal of the Morns

You have robbed our homes and fortunes
Even drove us from the land
You tried to break our spirit
But you'll never understand
It's the love of our dear old dale
That will forge an iron core
As long as there are gallant men
Like young Randal of the Morns