We drink to our youth
For the [bad word] and gone
For the age of oppression
Is now nearly done.

We'll drive out the Empire
From this land that we own.
With our blood and our steel
We will take back our home.

All hail to Ulfric!
You are the High King!
In your great honor
We drink and we sing.

We're the children of Skyrim
And we fight all our lives.
And when Sovngarde beckons,
Everyone 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!

All hail to Ulfric!
You are the High King!
In your great honor
We drink and we sing.

We're the children ofSkyrim,
And we fight all our lives.
And when Sovngarde beckons,
Everyone of us dies!

We drink to our youth, to the [bad word] and gone,
For the age of oppression is now nearly done.