(Verse 1) Oh, hear now the tale of the Priest clad in ice, Who once ruled the land with a heart cold as vice. Dukaan, the frost-born, the master of snow, With a whisper, he’d summon the blizzards to blow. (Verse 2) The dragons had blessed him with power untamed, A tyrant who bathed in the storms that he reigned. With frost in his fingers and death in his breath, He waged war on mortals and welcomed their death. (Chorus) Ice in his veins, and the cold in his soul, His kingdom was frozen, his heart black as coal. But time is a hunter, and legends must fall, The Dragonborn came, and he shattered them all. (Verse 3) Deep in his barrow, in darkness he lay, As centuries passed and the world turned to gray. But echoes of power still whispered his name, And fools who disturbed him would perish in flame. (Verse 4) Then one day a hero, with Thu’um strong and wild, Did enter the tomb with the wrath of the sky. They clashed in the halls where the dead never sleep, Till Dukaan lay broken, entombed in the deep. (Chorus) Ice in his veins, and the cold in his soul, His kingdom was frozen, his heart black as coal. But time is a hunter, and legends must fall, The Dragonborn came, and he shattered them all. (Outro - Soft & Haunting) So heed now this warning, ye seekers of lore, Disturb not the priests who have slumbered before. For though they lie silent in tombs dark and grim, Their curses still linger... beware them within.
