The Imperial Library

Northward, haunted
northern coastline

And south, Dwemer
live and toil,

A simple place,
a shield from draft.

At this stand
wield mage's craft

So fierce the sea will boil.
 

Under Greybeards'
morning shadow

At this northern
watch, long lost

Nirn's hoary Throat
does scrape the sky.

Here unleash a chilling cry
And gild this stand with frost.