"Folly of Man" is a common song of the Summerset Archipelago. It warns of the danger that Man poses to Tamriel.
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Listen 'round, I've a warning to sound,
about an overgrown weed.
I don't mean to forebode, but this little ode,
is a lesson you best heed.
Now, our story unfolds, upon a pitiful mould,
'twas made to thrive on rot.
This unsightly staph, was a trickster's last laugh,
long after his battle was fought.
The Sundering, if you were wondering,
when the heavens dropped out of the sky.
They hit with a thud, and gave birth to the mud,
Making up this mortal sty.
'Twas a hell of a mess, but I digress,
my story's about the swine.
What took root in this land, were seeds called Man,
that sprung up like fungus from grime.
Their lives may be short, and lacking import,
but keep an eye to their blundering.
It's tempting to jest, 'bout this simple pest,
until you've seen their plundering.
Oh when Men bound, to the Doom Drum's sound,
you'll learn what the Corpse-God wrought.
Trinimac didn't know, with his final blow,
just how badly he'd been caught.
I don't mean to forebode, but this little ode,
is a lesson you best heed.