Netch Hunter (A Morrowind Tale)

[Verse] Out in the forests of Morrowind's sigh, Lived an elf with emerald eyes, She'd move with grace, silent as night, Hunting netches by the pale moonlight. [Verse 2] Her bow was carved from ancient wood, Her arrows flew straight and good, Bull netches fell to her swift hand, And betty netches feared her command. [Chorus] Oh, wood elf, with your aim so true, In the shadowed woods, where magic grew, Nether hides are your prize tonight, Guided by the stars so bright. [Verse 3] She'd speak to trees, a mystic's lore, With whispers soft as the forest floor, Her heart beat wild, yet kind and free, Bound to the land in sacred decree. [Verse 4] She knew each stream, each hidden trail, The secrets locked in a night's dark veil, Her legend spread, through hill and dale, Mistress of the netches' wail. [Bridge] Silent rivers, ancient stones, Her path was hers, and hers alone, Through the glades, by fire's warm light, The wood elf danced with grace and might.