I've suffered cold nights Discovered old shrines Dug in gold mines Won untold fights Knocked back whole pints Of mulled wine Endeavoured to climb And weather the heights 'til every dragon soul's mine Solved the civil war That split the soil Like a fault line But I'm getting bored Of being in the borders Of Skyrim for the whole time So hold tight As we all ride into Solstheim I'm the bold type Like the lines inside Black Books Open it up And it grabs and sucks you in So take a last look At whatever you stepped in When treading ahead In this general direction Better get protection 'cause the whole town's Gone down with a fungal infection A fuming human Thu'uming At the top of my head, shouting From Raven Rock All the way to the top of the Red Mountain I can rap with incredible force Twice as fast as ever before My legacy Odyssey Elegy Prophecy Levelled it up To incredible rocket speed So You Better Be Paying A Bit Of Attention 'cause Every Day I'm Penning My Name Ahead Of The Game Getting Insanely Better At Saying Bloody everything A miracle of lyrical ascension By the Nine What an entrance By the time You've tried that rhyme Man, I'll be lining for my pension And Miraak He's Dragonborn But he lacks These badass horns And Can He Spit A Record Of A Syllable A Millisecond? I really don't reckon he can at all.