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.

Oh, i'am dragonborn
The slayer of dragons
The wanderer in the dark.

I travel from quest to quest
To seek for a purpose in this world.

Oh, i'am dragonborn
Lost in the dungeons
Freezing in the cold winter winds.

Oh, i'm dragonborn.