She returns to bring her wrath
the weaver of all fates and paths
She returns to bring her wrath
the weaver of all fates and paths
Forgotten
Purged from memory
Deemed too dangerous
A threat to reality
A conclave of peers
Banished her to disappear
But in the passing years
their darkest fears came true
As her burning vengeance grew
Ithelia, Ithelia
Oblivion hath no fury like a Prince scorned
Abandoned, alone, and unmourned
Forsaken from our history
Shrouded in mystery
She returns to bring her wrath
the weaver of all fates and paths
She returns to bring her wrath
the weaver of all fates and paths
Awakened
through impossible dreams
In the mind of a Dremora
Thus is revenge conceived
Shattering silence
Hear the defiance
Wordlessly riotous
There will be violence
Before the day is through
Initiate the Daedric coup
Ithelia, Ithelia
Oblivion hath no fury like a Prince scorned
They will feel the rage of Mirrormoor
The time is past to beg or plea
There will be no mercy
Will this end in the world’s defeat
With empires and gods brought to their knees (to their knees)
It it only for the chosen one to decide
Break through the mirrored glass and step into what lies behind (what lies behind)
Ithelia, leading us down an untraveled road
Ithelia, what will this uncertain future hold
Shaping destiny, warping actuality
When anything is possible, not even prophecy is predictable
Oblivion hath no fury like a Prince scorned
Abandoned, alone, and unmourned
Forsaken from our history
Shrouded in mystery
Break the glass
Break the glass
Break the glass
Break the glass