Fus Ro Dah ! Neon Noir Edition 🐉🔥

Dragonborn Phonk [Cold Wind] [Ancient Horn] [Tagelharpa Solo] [Intro Spoken] I walk into the merchant's shop... ...with a bucket in my hand. No questions. No witnesses. Clank. The bucket goes up. The inventory goes down. Business as usual. FUS... RO... DAH! --- [Verse 1] Hey... You're finally awake... Fresh from Helgen Leather boots Rusty sword Zero gold Maximum confidence. A wolf almost ended my entire destiny. Then... A giant looked at me... One swing... Next thing I knew... I invented the first interstellar flight in Tamriel. [Crowd Laugh] Back on my feet. Golden Claw. Bleak Falls. Another dungeon. Another skeleton. Another... FUS RO DAH!! --- [Pre-Chorus] Smithing ninety... Enchanting rising... Alchemy cooking something probably illegal... Building my little house... One trophy... Two trophies... Dragon claws inside crystal displays... Dragon Priest masks lined up like museum pieces... Every unique weapon hanging proudly... Every mannequin dressed better than the Emperor. --- [CHORUS] FUS!! RO!! DAH!! Everything flies. Skeletons? FUS RO DAH!! Barrels? FUS RO DAH!! Cheese wheels? FUS RO DAH!! Entire furniture? FUS RO DAH!! Ancient ruins? Probably. FUS RO DAH!! If it moves... FUS RO DAH!! If it doesn't move... FUS RO DAH!! If I'm not sure... Better safe than sorry... FUS RO DAH!! --- [Verse 2] Master lock. No key. No problem. Potion of Invisibility. Potion of Lockpicking. Potion of "Trust me bro." The Thieves Guild never saw me... Neither did the guards... Neither did the merchant... Mostly because... The bucket was still on his head. Take the jewels. Take the Daedric sword. Take the sweetroll. Take absolutely everything. Leave one cabbage. I'm not a monster. --- [Bridge] High Hrothgar. Snow. Silence. Four old men in robes... Teaching me a language older than kingdoms. "DOVAH..." "KIIN..." "YOL..." "TOOR..." Their voices shake the mountains. Mine shakes reality. FUS... RO... DAH... --- [Breakdown] Moonlight. Blood. Transformation. Bones breaking. Fur growing. Eyes burning. The hunt begins. Werewolf. No lockpicks. No stealth. Only... TEETH. --- [Final Verse] Dragonbone armor. Legendary enchantments. Two Dremora Lords. Storm Call. Lightning everywhere. Ride a dragon. Slay a dragon. Become friends with a dragon. Ask Paarthurnax about philosophy... Like that's a perfectly normal Tuesday. Inventory full. Four hundred cheese wheels. Three hundred potions. Enough gemstones to bankrupt every Jarl. Still picking up iron daggers. Because... Maybe I'll need them. --- [FINAL CHORUS] FUS!! RO!! DAH!! Send dragons flying. FUS RO DAH!! Launch mammoths. FUS RO DAH!! Launch giants. FUS RO DAH!! Launch reality itself. FUS RO DAH!! The world belongs to the Dragonborn. One last shout... One last mountain... One last adventure... FUUUUUS... ROOOOOOO... DAAAAAAAAAAAH!! [Massive Viking Choir] DOVAHKIIN!! DOVAHKIIN!! NAAL OK ZIN LOS VAHRIIN!! [Ancient Horns • Dragon Roars • Thunder • Choir • 808 Drop]