Age of Aggression

We drink to our youth, to [bad word] and gone
For the age of aggression is just about done
We’ll drive out the Stormcloaks and restore what we own
With our blood and our steel we’ll take back our home
Down with Ulfric the killer of kings
On the day of your death we’ll drink and we’ll sing
We’re the children of Skyrim, 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 scourge that has sullied our hopes and our dreams 

Down with Ulfric the killer of kings
On the day of your death we’ll drink and we’ll sing
We’re the children of Skyrim, and we fight all our lives
And when Sovngarde beckons, every one of us dies!