Deep in the loam of the Imperial soil
Roots of the Nightshade begin to uncoil
Sylvan petals in a pale shade of gold
Stories of forests and secrets untold
Aurelia glows in the damp morning dew
Waking the valley with colors so new
Scent of the pine and the wet river stone
Seeds of the empire are carefully sown
Bloom in the wild of the Cyrodil light
Turning the gray into shimmering white
Rooted in stone while the heavy winds blow
Watching the garden of oblivion grow
Tuberous stems in the silt of the lake
Waiting for winter and winter to break
Latin names carved in the bark of the tree
Binding the land and the spirit to be
Bloom in the wild of the Cyrodil light
Turning the gray into shimmering white
Rooted in stone while the heavy winds blow
Watching the garden of oblivion grow
Dig through the clay where the old cities sleep
Promises buried and promises deep
Patiently waiting for sunlight to hit
Lighting the spark where the lanterns are lit
Pruning the thorns of the bramble and weed
Giving the thirsty red blossoms their feed
Walking the trail where the wild berries run
Basking alone in the heat of the sun
Green moss is creeping on walls made of slate
Patiently leaning on destiny's gate
Pollen is drifting on currents of air
Finding a home in a desolate lair
Bloom in the wild of the Cyrodil light
Turning the gray into shimmering white
Rooted in stone while the heavy winds blow
Watching the garden of oblivion grow
Sown in the dirt
Sown in the clay
Cyrodil Bloom
Here to stay