Now, this is a story all about how My life got flipped-turned upside down And I'd like to take a minute itl be an honour I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Balmora
In Gold Coast Cyrodiil born and raised On the anvil docks I spent most of my days maxing' out grindin' increasing' my skills And all shootin some crossbows inside the school When a couple of guards who were up to no good Started making trouble in my neighborhood I got in one little fight over a bottle of ale he said thats it! I've had it! your going to jail
I begged and pleaded with him only kiddin but he kicked my ass and threw me in prison but then he came back down and when he leaned right in he told me you are gonna be released in Morrowind
slave class, back of the ship eating damp old bread with my new pal jiub is this what morrowind outlanders are treated like? Hmmmmm this cant be alright.
But wait I hear they're racist, all, ash and tar Is this the type of dump that they send this groovy guar? what will they think i hope its not horror they all better watch for the prince of Balmora
Well, the boat landed and when I came out There was a dude looked like santa standing there with my name out I dont want any damn assecion I just got here gotta custom class i aint answering your questions
through the census gave the dude there a holla he had a steel sword and imperial Templar armor told me Caius Cosades was a man with honor But I thought 'ill forget it' - 'Serah to Balmora'
I pulled up to the town about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the strider 'Yo swit smell ya later' I looked at my kingdom Its about to get hotter when i sit on my throne as the Prince of Balmora