The Song of the Forsworn:
Far over the misty mountains cold, To dungeons deep and caverns old. We must away ere break of day; To seek our long forgotten hold.
The Nords were roaring on the heights, The winds were moaning in the night. The fire was red, its flaming spread; The trees like torches blazed with light.
The bells were ringing in the dale And men looked up with faces pale; The Stormcloak's ire more fierce than fire. Laid low our spires and houses frail.
The mountains smoked beneath the moon; Reachmen, they heard the tramp of doom. We fled our halls to dying fall Beneath His feet, beneath the moon.
Far over the misty mountains grim To dungeons deep and caverns dim We must away, ere break of day, To win our homes and land from Them!
This post has been edited by Arcry: Apr 30 2013, 12:34 PM
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