Skyrim, Land for Nords
Filled with Mead and Honningbrew
Singing with blood and cords
Disagreeing to their Divines and Lords

But raging with war and Talos Blessed
Destroying the empire, liberating Skyrim
Once Again

But a nightmare appears
"DRAGONS! DRAGONS!" a filthy Nord say
Running away pityfully as the Myths slays

A man stays
A nordic lad
Tough like Talos
***** as a rag
The tongue of the ancients
Shouting, stealing the souls of the Myths

It's the Dragonborn
It's back
Since centuries
And has came
To Unlegend the Myths
Once Again

A Silence stirs within the people,
As the King anoints his knight.
The man of righteous renewal,
From the very start.

So it began,
His journey across Tamriel.
Searching for a way,
To save his people.

Armor of White,
Spear of the dragon.
He comes to fight,
Those who oppose him.

His only distraction,
A fair maiden.
With lips of ruby,
Hips of curve.

She can ****** anyone,
Then rob their home.
She sneaks within the night.
Only to serve.
Nocturnal the Daedric Goddess of the Dark World.

Evergloom shail it be.
When they cross paths.
Each night they meet...
So goes the Son of Skyrim,
Being tricked.

By the anointing Imperial.
Mother of the Pack.