Fyr

Verse 1: In the depths of Tel Fyr, where the shadows lie,
An ancient sorcerer, with a piercing eye.
Divayth Fyr, the master of the arcane,
In his Corprusarium, where the twisted remain.
Verse 2: Four daughters he created, from his own flesh,
Clones of his essence, in beauty they mesh.
Artifacts of power, hidden in his lair,
Secrets of the Dwemer, beyond compare.
Pre-Chorus: Yagrum Bagarn, the last of his kind,
Dwemer in the depths, with a brilliant mind.
In the Corprusarium, he waits and schemes,
Lost in the echoes of ancient dreams.
Chorus: Divayth Fyr, the mage of might,
In the darkness, he shines so bright.
Using the Nerevarine, as a pawn in his game,
But in the end, he cures the pain.
Divayth Fyr, the mage of might,
In the darkness, he shines so bright.
Using the Nerevarine, as a pawn in his game,
But in the end, he cures the pain.
Verse 3: Nerevarine, the chosen one,
Through trials and torment, the journey begun.
An experiment in the eyes of the wise,
But the cure for Corprus, a final prize.
Bridge: In the halls of Tel Fyr, where the secrets lie,
Divayth’s laughter echoes, reaching the sky.
A master of life, a master of death,
In his hands, the power of every breath.
Chorus: Divayth Fyr, the mage of might,
In the darkness, he shines so bright.
Using the Nerevarine, as a pawn in his game,
But in the end, he cures the pain.
Divayth Fyr, the mage of might,
In the darkness, he shines so bright.
Using the Nerevarine, as a pawn in his game,
But in the end, he cures the pain.
Outro: In the depths of Tel Fyr, where the shadows lie,
An ancient sorcerer, with a piercing eye.
Divayth Fyr, the master of the arcane,
In his Corprusarium, where the twisted remain.