» Mon Dec 12, 2011 12:48 pm
We drink to our youth, to days come and gone
For the age of sweetrolls is just about done
We’ll drive out the sweetrolls and restore what we own
With our blood and our steel we’ll take back our home
Down with Ulfric the killer of sweetrolls
On the day of your death we’ll drink and we’ll sing
We’re the children of sweetrolls, and we fight all our lives
And when Sovngarde beckons, every one of us dies!
But this land is ours and we’ll see it wiped clean
Of the sweetroll that has sullied our hopes and our dreams