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 people's necks As if their head's a top 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 never the less I can confirm That yes I might become sunburnt, my melanin's red As 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 a hat with badass horns I've fought swarms of forsworn hordes And now I'm after more.