We drink to our youth, to 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, 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.

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, every one of us dies! 

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

Перевод:
За юность мы пьём, прошлым дням наш почёт,
Скоро век притеснений совсем истечёт.
Изгоним имперцев, землю нашу вернём,
Защищать край родной будем мы день за днём.

Честь тебе, Ульфрик, по праву трон твой!
Здесь в твою славу у нас пир горой.
Мы дети Скайрима, битва нам словно мать,
Совнгард нас ждёт светлый, каждый рад жизнь отдать.

Но, прежде очистим отчизну свою,
Не уступим мы наших надежд воронью.