The dragonborn returns to life,
With awful burning eyes,
To the hidden fortress!
The time has dawned
To turn the tide!
"Return the prince's daughter,
To the north across the water."
Lean off my horse
And slaughter all
Before I pick a side.
Do I take on the demon form
Beneath an evil storm;
Feast on peoples' necks
As if their head's
Atop a piece of corn?
Or do I support the Dawnguard
And ward the heartless darkness,
Your fallen carcass torn apart
To ensure you're harmless?
I walk forward
Regardless of the peril.
Feral.
My blades of glory'll
Gore an elf,
Will Ferrell.
I've maxed the level cap,
Stamina,
Magicka,
Health,
Collected every shout,
Successfully bettered myself.
I've worked at perks,
Earned a purse,
Spent my septims,
And now I'm heading out.
It's none of your concern,
but nevertheless
I can confirm
That yes,
I might become sunburnt.
My melanin's red
As the whiterun sun turned.
When I ready my crossbow
Your head'll be redder
Than central moscow
I use so many bolts
I get them wholesale
From costco.
Action packed
With dragons
Smashing splashy patches.
Bats and axes
Hacking you up
Haphazardly
Like medical malpractice.
I am the dragonborn;
I still wear the hat
With badass horns!
I fought swarms
Of forsworn hordes,
And now I'm after more!
