Bethesda, Gods of Game! V2

[Intro] High on a throne of code and steel, Legends woke in pixel light. But ghosts now haunt the emerald hills— No patch, no word, no fight. [Verse 1] From Blackwood’s edge to Bruma’s gate, We faced the Daedra, dared our fate. Remastered dreams once burned like flame, Now choke beneath the lag and shame. [Pre-Chorus] Knights of Nine, rise from your sleep, The chapel bells no longer weep. An empire’s call lies cold and still, There’s silence now in Cyrodiil. [Chorus] Where is the patch we prayed you’d send? Where are the words to make this mend? O Bethesda, gods of game— Why let glory drown in shame? One moon has passed, the code remains, A broken hymn on shattered plains. [Verse 2] We praised your name through fire and frame, Each step a relic of your flame. But stutters follow every blow, And broken echoes mock the road. [Bridge – Spoken with choir backing] The gates to Oblivion reopened not with fire, But with stuttered breath and frozen mire. And players—loyal—stand betrayed, By silence, sharp as Mehrunes’ blade. [Breakdown – Chanting choir + solo guitar] Fix... this... world... Raise... your... sword... We... are... bound... By... your... word... [Chorus – Fuller] Where is the patch we prayed you’d send? Where are the words to make this mend? O Bethesda, gods of game— Why let glory drown in shame? One moon has passed, the code remains, A broken hymn on shattered plains. [Outro – Soft fading choral harmony] And in the void, the players kneel, Still waiting... still waiting... in Cyrodiil.