The Truth in Sequence : Volume 8 Content . By the word , I wind the gears . Blessed Father of Mystery , place your oil upon my tongue that I might tell the true tale of Mournhold . Behold the strength of untold calculation ! Behold the power of the Mainspring Ever - Wound ! Every Nameless soul must confess the truth of Mournhold , for many lessons hide in its ashes . Sing now the hymn of anguish and horror , child of Seht ! Behold , Mehrunes Dagon , Sovereign of Destruction ! Mehrunes Dagon , the Flame Tyrant ! Mehrunes Dagon , Father of Cataclysm ! Recall how he marched upon Almalexia ' s jewel ! Do you remember how his Will burned like kiln - fire , and hot pitch fell from his lips ? Aloft , he held four great razors . Each sang a screeching paean to glorify him . Torrents of flame fell upon the innocent and wicked alike , shearing flesh from bone ; belching forth widows and orphans in gouts of frothing screams . " Who dares to face me , draped as I am in fire and blood ? " roared Dagon . The dark Prince beat his breast and howled long - forgotten curses . The dead burst forth from their tombs , shrieking for mercy . Geysers of black liquid - sin erupted from below , flooding ruined homes with torrid lies and conspiracy . And everywhere , flames — an inferno that turned all souls to ash . Almalexia , Mother of Mercy , cast her eyes upon the ruins of her gemmed city and wept . To see such love burned and squandered turned her heart to molten brass . Our Clockwork God took note of her fury , sealing the memory away in his great mnemonic planisphere — a reminder of her love ' s high price . Rising from the ground like foundry - smoke , the Tribunes confronted the Prince of Disasters . Ayem ' s voice like a screeching steam - whistle , and Sotha Sil ' s like a lurching engine . " ERAM VAR AE ALTADOON ! " they cried , rending their garments and donning their killing masks . Ayem drew her bright Hopesfire and skipped over the flames like a river - stone . With a mighty scream , she plunged the blade deep into Dagon ' s breast and turned it like a jailer ' s key . Scorching blood spewed out of the wound , scalding her hands and face . As she fell , the Divine Metronome chiseled a thought - rune of infinite angles . Do you remember how the veins of tin , copper , and orichalc erupted from the depths to break our mother ' s Fall ? Through His will alone , Mighty Seht wound the veins into god - bronze whips , and lashed the Prince pitilessly . Dagon hissed and tumbled backward . His otherworldly flesh fell like chaff before the scythe . Alas , a Sarmissonays ' um ghoul - thing emerged from every chunk . A multitude of the creatures gathered around Ayem , fiery tar oozing from their mouths and open sores . They groaned and retched , speaking only Dagon ' s name as they fell upon her . The Warden hissed thrice , took up her blessed sword , and smote the beasts by the score . She severed head from neck and arm from shoulder , cleaving sin from virtue and shouting old - oaths of banishing . Do you remember how the beasts fell her on that red day ? You must recall the howls of Madness ! How Dagon foamed and snarled beneath the lash of Sotha Sil ! " Behold ! " cried the Divine Metronome as He smashed the Prince to splinters . " Behold the wrath of lost Ald Sotha ! Know death at my hands , false - son of a false - father ! KAER PADOHME VIE ALTADOON ! " Even then , at the end , the Prince of Destruction did not relent . With the last of his four great arms , Dagon dragged the last of his four great razors across the Watchmaker ' s jaw . Tasting the blood on His tongue , our Father of Mysteries whispered a final chrononymic death - word , and Dagon exploded throughout all time . The earthbones quaked and the All - Axle shook . From this word of sundering , Truth took root . Mehrunes ' s ruin slithered between the cracks of Nirn and Oblivion , shrieking curses like a petulant child . The Mainspring Ever - Wound tightened His brass - wrought fist and slammed the gap shut — another small step toward Tamriel Final . Anuvanna ' si . So ends the true account of Mournhold ' s fall . Remember this tale always . By the word , I wind the gears .