In the realm of Auraxia, where darkness claims our minds
A wizard stands defiant, arms outstretched to the sky
With power flowing through him, he calls upon the ancient cries
To bend the will of tyrants, to bring justice to their lies
But the council sits in judgment, their gavels fall like thunder
They scoff at his defiance, for they fear his power
He pleads his case before them, his words like molten fire
But their hearts are cold as iron, their spirits never tire
Banished from the halls of Auraxia
The Dragonborn wizard fades from sight
Cast out by the tyrannical council
He'll rise again and claim his rightful reign, ohh yeah