The king lies still
Dragon’s blood in his frozen veins
Flaming halls hide his grave
His eternal spirit, now unchained
Flesh and soul now one
The purple crystal eyes now open

To the surface
A gust of familiar wind across my face
Through a sickly starlight shimmer
Conjured spectral wings carry me

I glide into a forest sanctified by elder beings
The shrine restores the magicka
Not even the king’s grasp can reach this place