I am walking trough
The dark,
Around me I don’t see
I hear a voice
It says:
“Come with me, I will show the truth.”
I am going to the direction of the voice but
I stop and another voice starts:
“Come to me, I can give you anything.”
I choose my way,
I fell in a trap,
I made the wrong choice
Now I understand,
There wasn’t any wrong choice,
Depends on what you believe.

Now you choose your own path.
I can’t stop you,
No one can,
Choices are important and nobody can interfirm you.

The voices were in my head,
I feel bad,
Colapsing into the floor and then
No one heard about me anymore.

I am lonely,
I am left aside
I don’t have anyone
I am dead inside
I blurred my own sight
I can’t see what is wrong and what is right
I just feel like
I am wrong all the time
I am on the corner of the party
I am alone
I am pure bones

I have some friends,
I can live a life
You can
You just need to try
Don’t be so shy
Live a life
Be alive.

A man,
A weapon,
An armor,
This forms a warrior.

A man,
That the legends told about.

A nord,
Born in frost
Born in the blizzards
Of a place
Called Skyrim.

Now,
He has lots of titles
But most important of all
Slayer of Dragons,
The End of Alduin.

But after all
He’s a man
A man has weaknesses,
Even a warrior has fear
And the fear of a man
Is his end.

Oh, he travels this dark path,
Adventuring beyond death.
He’s the champion of
Molag Bal to Sheogorath.
Oh, The Dragonborn with a dark path.
He’s prepared for the battle.
His legs, torso and head
Covered in metal.

Hands on his sword
Covered in snow.
He’s prepared
To cover his hands with blood
Again.

Another war
Heads roll on the floor.
Ulfric on his knees
Praying to the gods.
Killed his own wife
In cold blood
Ripping off her head
With his own hands.
Oh, The Dragonborn with a dark path.