What is it, little monster?
How does an abomination such as you plan to serve me?
You, unfortunate accident
Perpetrated by one of my kind
At your expense
You stepped into my sight
You, neonate, read my lips
Dark ancient powers of the mind
Go to poor waste
Upon your feeble blight
We are the blessed of all cursed
Stronger, faster and bright
Our spirits burn
With intellectual light
You arrogate to yourself
Our endeavours sublime
Appease your thirst
You just might be worth my time
Dark walker, we elevate you
Our gifts are many and weaknesses few
Your body lacks the frailties
Of normal Man or Mer
With ease and always watching
We float through night air
Pariah, an outcast of cold noble blood
In exquisite garments residing on mud
Not a brute, ugly, dull, an insult to the eye
Not a backstabbing thief, only stealth to rely on
But disdained royality, envious scorn
Will be paving your path since you have been reborn
Feed upon the innocent
For your pleasure divine
Cast your spell unparalleled
The finest feast you've ever dined
Perfection of the mind at hand
With all of Nirn as an enemy
Neonate, mark my words
There won't be no remedy
You've grown nonpar
Ancient terror of the night
Through moonlit realms you stride
Forge under stars
A kingdom of plain misery
And nocturnal delight