A beautiful young Dunmer woman
Holding an infant to her breast
Only as you draw near, you find
That the lady's long since dead
And the child is pale-faced and ailing
Dying from plague
As mother and child crumble to dust
You awaken
God of Schemes, come, speak to me
In dreams of blood and vermin
Caress cold limbs to numb to feel
And carry my soul away
An old Ashlander woman treats you for burns
Tingling magic, then the pain subsides
But as you watch, your flesh starts melting
And you wake up as she smiles
God of Schemes, come, speak to me
In dreams of blood and vermin
Caress cold limbs to numb to feel
And carry my soul away
You dream of a sumptuous banquet
Spread out before you
The aroma of exquisite roast
Brings perfection to the appetizing view
It is only as you cut into
The last portion that you see
The scrib larvae squirming inside
Mh, bon appetit
You cough blood as they begin
To eat their way back out
Your life drained from deep within
Did you wake up beyond doubt?
God of Schemes, come, speak to me
In dreams of blood and vermin
Caress cold limbs to numb to feel
And carry my soul to Coldharbour