[Verse 1] In Merethic days, where legends bled, A man rose high, his path blood-red. Ahzidal’s name, both fear and flame, A mortal born to seek godly fame. Master of craft, of fire and stone, He shaped the world, his power grown. Yet knowledge burned, a blinding light, Consumed his soul, eternal night. [Chorus] Ahzidal, the fire’s breath, A king of magic, a lord of death. From mortal flesh to Dragon’s thrall, The flames will rise, and kingdoms fall. Ahzidal, your wrath untamed, A pyre of ruin, the world inflamed. [Verse 2] His heart turned dark, his hunger deep, In Apocrypha’s halls, his secrets steeped. The Daedric prince, in whispers foul, Gave Ahzidal power, but claimed his soul. Beneath the ash, in Kolbjorn's keep, He slumbers still, his vengeance sleeps. But those who dare to break his tomb, Shall find their fate in fiery doom. [Chorus] Ahzidal, the fire’s breath, A king of magic, a lord of death. From mortal flesh to Dragon’s thrall, The flames will rise, and kingdoms fall. Ahzidal, your wrath untamed, A pyre of ruin, the world inflamed. [Bridge] (Chanted, deep and resonant) “Flame eternal, bound to none, By Aedra’s forge and Daedra’s tongue. Ash and ember, a searing tide, The name Ahzidal will never die.” (Sung, rising intensity) Through fire and ruin, his name endures, A fate of flame, no soul secures. The Dragon Priest of blazing dread, Shall rise once more from ash-strewn bed. [Chorus – Final] Ahzidal, the fire’s breath, A king of magic, a lord of death. From mortal flesh to Dragon’s thrall, The flames will rise, and kingdoms fall. Ahzidal, your wrath untamed, A pyre of ruin, the world inflamed. [Outro] Beware the name, let none forget, The flames of Ahzidal burn brighter yet. A master lost, his power dire, Forever cursed by endless fire.
