In the land of ice and ancient lore, Where dragons soared in skies once more, The Brave arise, fates are weaved Skyrim’s realm where heroes cleave. From Whiterun’s hold to Solitude’s keep, Across the peaks where shadows creep, The Dovahkiin, with voice of might, Shall end the age of endless night. Chorus: Oh, Skyrim’s land of cold and stone, Where winds do howl and eagles moan, Raise your swords, let valor sing, In the age of the Dragonborn king. In crypts beneath the mountains high, The restless dead in silence lie, From their sleep, they wake to hear, The Thu’um that brings both dread and cheer. Greybeards call from the Throat of the World, Their ancient tongues in whispers hurled, The prophecy of time foreseen, In dovah’s tongue, the dragon’s keen. Through perilous night and stormy gale, The hero’s heart shall never fail, With Dawnbreaker’s light and Dragonrend, All evil forces shall meet their end. [Outro} For in this land where legends rise, The truth shall dawn in crimson skies, The Dovahkiin, with mighty roar, Brings peace and glory evermore. So sing ye bards of Skyrim’s tale, Of heroes brave who shall not fail, In mead halls grand, their deeds recall, The Dragonborn shall conquer all.
