Entry IV: Atronachs Lyrics

Haze from the Wyvern's mountain recedes as I reach its substratum--the end of this trail onto the start of the next. The sun, writhing across the horizon, leaves its wake in shades of red and gold--a vast expanse, enveloping the sky above.
A portal appears. Pillars of blackened ore erected, streams of charged particles course back and forth. Betwixt the columns, a face of flames flashes as three creatures step forth... the atronachs. The sun is gone, though the sky is yet a lucid red. Before me is a gateway to the plains of Oblivion.
Being of frost: a towering fiend without eyes... composed entirely of ice, its limbs sharp as daggers.
Being of storm: a diaphanous and teeming entity... swirling with carved rocks, interwoven with electrical currents.
Being of fire: a humanoid, mercurial siren... swiftly gliding in black armor, its body a collection of writhing flames.

They surround me... preparing their attack. Unleashed, it surges towards me... I lose consciousness, but awake to see they have met their demise, with naught but a feeling of extreme warmth...