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!