Faas
The Age of Oppression - for true Stormcloaks We drink to our youth, and to days come and gone.
For the age of oppression is now nearly done.
We'll drive out the Empire from this land that we own.
With our blood and our steel we will take back our home.
All hail to Ulfric! You are the High King!
In your great honor we drink and we sing.
We're the children of Skyrim, and we fight all our lives.
And when Sovngarde beckons, every one of us dies!
But this land is ours and we'll see it wiped clean.
Of the scourge that has sullied our hopes and our dreams.
The Age of Aggression - for true Imperials We drink to our youth, to days come and gone.
For the age of aggression is just about done.
We'll drive out the Stormcloaks and restore what we own.
With our blood and our steel we'll take back our home.
Down with Ulfric! The killer of kings!
On the day of your death we'll drink and we'll sing.
We're the children of Skyrim, and we fight all our lives.
And when Sovngarde beckons, every one of us dies!
But this land is ours and we'll see it wiped clean.
Of the scourge that has sullied our hopes and our dreams.
The Dragonborn comes Our hero, our hero, claims a warrior's heart.
I tell you, I tell you, the Dragonborn comes.
With a voice wielding power of the ancient nord art.
Believe, believe, the Dragonborn comes.
It's an end to the evil, of all Skyrim's foes.
Beware, beware, the Dragonborn comes.
For the darkness has passed, and the legend yet grows.
You'll know, you'll know the Dragonborn's come.
Ragnar the Red There once was a hero named Ragnar the Red,
Who came riding to Whiterun from ole Rorikstead!
And the braggart did swagger and brandish his blade,
As he told of bold battles and gold he had made!
But then he went quiet, did Ragnar the Red,
When he met the shieldmaiden Matilda who said:
"Oh, you talk and you lie and you drink all our mead!
Now I think it's high time that you lie down and bleed!"
And so then came the clashing and slashing of steel,
As the brave lass Matilda charged in full of zeal!
And the braggart named Ragnar was boastful no more...
When his ugly red head rolled around on the floor!
Faas
July 24, 2014 |
The Age of Oppression - for true Stormcloaks We drink to our youth, and to days come and gone.
For the age of oppression is now nearly done.
We'll drive out the Empire from this land that we own.
With our blood and our steel we will take back our home.
All hail to Ulfric! You are the High King!
In your great honor we drink and we sing.
We're the children of Skyrim, and we fight all our lives.
And when Sovngarde beckons, every one of us dies!
But this land is ours and we'll see it wiped clean.
Of the scourge that has sullied our hopes and our dreams.
The Age of Aggression - for true Imperials We drink to our youth, to days come and gone.
For the age of aggression is just about done.
We'll drive out the Stormcloaks and restore what we own.
With our blood and our steel we'll take back our home.
Down with Ulfric! The killer of kings!
On the day of your death we'll drink and we'll sing.
We're the children of Skyrim, and we fight all our lives.
And when Sovngarde beckons, every one of us dies!
But this land is ours and we'll see it wiped clean.
Of the scourge that has sullied our hopes and our dreams.
The Dragonborn comes Our hero, our hero, claims a warrior's heart.
I tell you, I tell you, the Dragonborn comes.
With a voice wielding power of the ancient nord art.
Believe, believe, the Dragonborn comes.
It's an end to the evil, of all Skyrim's foes.
Beware, beware, the Dragonborn comes.
For the darkness has passed, and the legend yet grows.
You'll know, you'll know the Dragonborn's come.
Ragnar the Red There once was a hero named Ragnar the Red,
Who came riding to Whiterun from ole Rorikstead!
And the braggart did swagger and brandish his blade,
As he told of bold battles and gold he had made!
But then he went quiet, did Ragnar the Red,
When he met the shieldmaiden Matilda who said:
"Oh, you talk and you lie and you drink all our mead!
Now I think it's high time that you lie down and bleed!"
And so then came the clashing and slashing of steel,
As the brave lass Matilda charged in full of zeal!
And the braggart named Ragnar was boastful no more...
When his ugly red head rolled around on the floor!
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