民间传言
The Elder Scrolls (OGST)
上古卷轴（OGST）
Alduin's wings, they did darken the sky,
阿尔杜因的翅膀，让天空变暗了，
His roar fury's fire, and his scales sharpened scythes.
他的愤怒的咆哮是火，他的鳞片是锋利的镰刀。
Men ran， and they cowered, and they fought， and they died.
人们跑了，退缩了，战斗了，死去了。
They burned and they bled as they issued their cries.
他们被烧焦，被流血，一边发布哭喊声。
We need saviors to free us from Alduin's rage,
我们需要救世主们，把我们从阿尔杜因的愤怒中解救出来，
Heroes on the field of this new war to wage.
英雄们在这新的战场上，去争战。
And if Alduin wins, man is gone from this world,
如果阿尔杜因赢了，人类就会离开这个世界，
Lost in the shadow of the black wings unfurled.
迷失在展开的黑色翅膀的阴影中。
But then came the tongues on that terrible day.
但在那可怕的日子，传言的人们来了。
Steadfast as winter, they entered the fray.
他们像冬天一样顽强，加入了这战斗。
And all heard the music of Alduin's doom,
所有人都听到了这音乐，阿尔杜因的末日，
The sweet song of Skyrim, sky-shattering Thu'um.
天际的甜美之歌，惊天动地的吐姆。
And so the Tongues freed us from Alduin's rage,
于是，传言之人把我们从阿尔杜因的愤怒中解放出来，
Gave the gift of the Voice, ushered in a new Age!
送上了声音的礼物，开启了一个新的时代！
And if Alduin's eternal, then eternity's done,
如果阿尔杜因是永恒，那么这永恒结束了，
For his story is over and the dragons are gone.
因为他的故事结束了，龙也不见了。