[Dan Bull:] We are the Khajit, the elite sneak thief Concealing the secrets that we each keep With the leanest of feet and the meanest of teeth We can clean out your keeps in just three minutes each So that means if you need something stealing Then really you need to just leave it to me : the Khajit Look it up, Skooma's the new drug and cooking it up We produce it with moon sugar, it'll soon soothe your troubles As you just succumb to the tune of the drums and the lutes As they hum and they hoot and they strum and they shoot With the stars, under the blue of the moons As we run on the rooves through ruins and roots We are ruling the roost robbing rubies and runes You will rue being rude when you reach our lair And you'll kneel at the throne of the prince of Elsweyr [Chorus:] Our opinion's the dominion is a kingdom that'll bring Nirn To ascendance with a vengeance, not dependent on a thing, no [Dan Bull:] We're wood elves, what else? Wood houses are where we delve and we dwell in the dells Some seldom would doubt if you touch our trees You'll be held to account Down for the count down under the canopy What now for you? Well, you're becoming a canapé See, we eat each other, we're cannibalistic And it's a compliment if you should call us animalistic
We're symbiotic with the living things we live with Resist affliction, Vigor, lead the leaves and lift spirits These forests will remain forever Bosmer Real archers in the woods, never mention Kevin Costner I tote a bow that no-one else could aim as good So don't claim you could Or I'll make acquainted, feather, brain and wood Made of Aldmeri blood, the place we hail from, Valenwood We came and took our native place and greatly raised it up [Chorus] [Dan Bull:] Yeah, be quiet now, we're the high elves We're tall enough to take things off really high shelves We do the bidding of the scrolls of praxis You'll find us casting magic over holding axes Exalted and thin with golden tanned skin Behold the aristocratic and magnaminous grand kin Descended from the deities so say your prayers please We've agents every place, increase the range Ayren sees Clearly superior in whatever area we dare to appear in There ain't a better Mer here, the more the merrier So where are your men when you need them? They see us and flee, fled in terror You'll wish you wielded just some of that style When we use the common tongue to summon that bile If you come and get vile in the summerset isle Then I'ma set fire to your bum and get wild [Chorus]