We drink to our youth, to days come and gone for the Age of Aggression is just about done We'll drive out the Stormcloaks and restore what we own With our blood and our steel we'll take back our home Down with Ulfric, the killer of kings On the day of your death we'll drink and we'll sing We're the children of Skyrim, and we fight all our lives And when Sovngarde beckons everyone of us dies But this land is ours and we'll see it whiped clean Of the scourge that has sullied our hopes and our dreams.