We drink to our youth, to the days come and gone
For the age of repression is now nearly done
We'll drive out the Thalmor from our lands and our throne,
With our blood and our steel, we'll take back our home
All hail to Talos, the mortal-born god,
We honor your name with our drink and our song
We're the children of Skyrim and we fight all our lives,
And when Sovengard beckons, every one of us dies.
But this land is ours and we'll see it wiped clean
Of the suffering that's sullied our hopes and our dreams
All hail to Tamriel, the land of our birth
By our blades and our hearts, we'll all prove our worth.
We will live without fear, we will raise our war cries.
And when sovengard beckons, everyone of us dies.