No, I do not meant Jeremy Soule's soundtracks. I mean take the lyrics to any RL song, and Elder Scrolls-ize it. Let's give those bards something more to play than the same three songs.


I'm back the fog has lifted
The nirn has shifted
and raised the dragonborn
You knew I'd be back
so pack your axe And hit the road Jorlief
cause daddy's home
With the funky hot spells
Thick like Fish-Breath
Pumpin out hits
Gettin chips like Olfrid
[censored] I told ya, do not hate
Or question the music I make (uh)

[chorus]
I make bardic rock
and I mix it with the Hammerfell hop
I get you higher then a tree top
You wanna roll with the Kid Nord
I make northern rock
And I mix it with the Hammerfell hop
I got money like Ballin' Balgruuf
I'll forever been the Kid Nord
Forever

The junkies are, still skooma suckin
Still the same cause I ain't changed nothin'
Huffin and puffin
I got you rookies
All in check doin' the Nordic boogie
The jarl is back to retract the whack
Repacked my sack with a dual wield pickaxe
Forget all that I'm still singin'
And like kids on Imga bars I'm still swingin'
Thought I got dusty
Thought I'd get rusty
thought I'd get rich and quit oh he must be
Fat and ugly broke black and blue
But I'm trim, fit, rich and I'm back for round two
Red white and the Honningbrew blue ribbon
Dead right that's how I'm livin'
Givin you more then the frauds and fakes
They can't make the kind of music I make (uh uh)

[chorus]

The black helm is back, in original form
The ledgible creditable inevitable storm
Way past the norm, still misbehavin'
Finger in the air and the Stormcloak flag still wavin
Young hagravens don't test the boss
Cause I got this forged like Eorlund Grey-mane
You can floss and front
You can taunt and tease
But you can't fetch with rhymes like these
Thumpin' like a drum kit
With rifs that split picks
Pumpin for the kids who twist skooma and sip mead
I got the gift I'm about to unwrap it
8 ball side pocket
8 ball in my armor
Khajiit and skooma you now how I live
Can't say that Kid
Fetch off I just did
Watch me twirl like Earl the pearl
Or just keep on Kid Nordin' in the free world

[chorus]

bardic rock
Forever
Hammerfell hop
Forever
tree top
Forever
Kid Nord (yeahhhhhhhh!)

bardic rock
Forever
Hammerfell hop
Forever
Northern rock
Forever
Kid Nord
Forever (yeahhhhhhhhh!)
FOREVER!!

I like that idea a lot. Now I just need to work out a way to write 'Stairway to Sovngarde' without completely butchering the rhythm.

I do have one from my Madgod story, a 'Shivering Isles-ised' version of the Irish folk song, Song of a Harper. In short, a darker and bloodier version of the original, as fitting with the Isle.


Oh, they say 'tis a hanging that soon I will be
My body twisting from yonder mushroom tree.
For daring to dream that a harper could sing free,
I now die, for Order's hands end me.

Yet the strings of my harp will never be stilled,
while the land of Mania lies over the hill,
for the music of the Isles is their strength and their will,
and the soul of the harper nought can ever kill.

Oh the tyrant king on his cold crystal throne,
fears song's freedom he never has known.
Our bright Shiv'ring passion comes through in the tone,
so he orders it silenced and broods all alone.

Yet the strings of my harp will never be stilled,
while the land of Mania lies over the hill,
for the music of the Isles is their strength and their will,
and the soul of the harper nought can ever kill.

He'll string out my guts and drag me on the lane,
blood streaming on out of my open veins.
I'll kick and I'll scream in my terrible pain,
and as I die my blood the ground shall red stain.

Yet the strings of my harp will never be stilled,
while the land of Mania lies over the hill,
for the music of the Isles is their strength and their will,
and the soul of the harper nought can kill.

For one of the road, death holds no sting,
'tis another adventure, a wondrous thing.
And I know that my music shall evermore ring,
in the hill and the rivers of Mania's spring.

Yet the strings of my harp will never be stilled,
while the land of Mania lies over the hill,
for the music of the Isles is their strength and their will,
and the soul of the harper nought can ever kill

I approve of this thread, and might be contributing to it soon, lol

What song is that, SubRosa? ...I keep thinking it's a Kid Rock tune.

You are thinking right. It is Forever, by Kid Rock

I have a partial cut from Cowboy:


Well I'm packing up my game and I'm a head up north
Where real women come equipped with swords and banded armor
Find a nest in the mountains, chill like Wulf
Buy an old palomino find a spot to adventure
And I'm a Kid Nord it up and down your hold
With a bottle of mead and watch lots of crotch
Buy a longship with a flag sayin' chilling the most
Then rock that [censored] up and down the coast
Give a toast to Magnus, drink with the stars
Get thrown in the mix and tossed out of inns
Then to Hammerfell... I wanna roam
Find the Imp City and tell them fools to come back home
Start an mercenary service, for all the right reasons
And set up shop at the top of Dragonsreach
Kid Nord and I'm the real Mjölnir
And I'm headin' up north sucker...because I wanna be a

True Nord baby
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
True Nord
North coast chilling with the Honningbrew mead
I wanna be a True Nord baby
Riding at night cause I sleep all day
True Nord baby
I can smell an Imperial from a mile away

Awww that's sweet! "real women wear banded armor!" ...True Nord baby! ...what a riot!

I wanna do a Smiths tune. I've been on a retro Smiths/Bauhaus kick lately as I drive my car. I'll have to wait until some creativity kicks in though, maybe later

Definitely happening for me. I gotta do this XD

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!

Yaah! *claps*

This is "The Northern Brigade" a Great War version of the Civil War Confederate Song, the Irish Brigade.

All you kinsmen who earn your Septims
In Northern Imperial lands
And I'll tell you the story of soldiers
Who on Elven blades laid their hands
They came to Skyrim in their glory
And thought at their might we'd be dismayed
But the soon had a different story
When the met with the Northern Brigade

(chorus)
When they met with the Northern Brigade, me boys!
When they met with the Northern Brigade
Did those cowardly Elven slaves tremble
When they met with the Northern Brigade!

They have called us savages and basterds
But themselves have deserved that name of late
They were called it by Maormer invaders
In the first era's '28
The name to us is not a new one
Tis one that shall never degrade
Any true-hearted Nordic man serving
In the ranks of the Northern Brigade

(chorus)

Well they dare not call us marauders
Tis but Hold's rights and liberty we ask
And Skyrim we will ever defend her
No matter how hard may be the task
Then let true Nordic men assemble
Let the Thu'um of Kings be obeyed
And the Elven fanatics will tremble
When again they meet with the Northern Brigade


Hope this wasn't too terrible

It's not terrible! It's fine; you put some effort into that. I don't know that song, though. I'll go on You Tube and see if I can hear how it goes and stuff.

That was a pretty good one Rohirrim.

This one just came to me as I heard the song:

Morrowind calling to the faraway towns
Now that war is declared-and battle come down
Morrowind calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, all you boys and girls
Morrowind calling, now don't look at us
All that phoney Tribunal Temple has bitten the dust
Morrowind calling, see we ain't got no swing
'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing

CHORUS
The Fourth Age is coming, the sun is zooming in
Silt Striders stop running and the saltrice is growing thin
A Ingenium error, but I have no fear
Morrowind is drowning-and I live by the river

Morrowind calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, an' go it alone
Morrowind calling upon the ash spawn of death
Quit holding out-and draw another breath
Morrowind calling-and I don't wanna shout
But when we were talking-I saw you nodding out
Morrowind calling, see we ain't got no highs
Except for that one with the yellowy eyes

CHORUS

Now get this
Morrowind calling, yeah, I was there, too
An' you know what they said? Well, some of it was true!
Morrowind calling at the top of the dial
After all this, won't you give me a smile?

I never felt so much a' like

Niiiiiiiice!

Haa that's the Clash's song, London Calling. I think it is, anyways.

Now I'm not afraid to do my Lord's work,
You say vengeance is his but Imma do it first.
I'm gonna handle my business in the name of the law.

Now if he made you cry, oh, I gotta know,
If he's not ready to die, he best prepare for it.
My judgement's divine, I'll tell you who you can call,
You can call.

You better call the men of peace, call the coroner,
Call up your priest, have him warn ya.
Won't be no piece when I find that fool

Who did that to you, yeah,
Who did that to you, my baby,
Who did that to you,
Gotta find that fool who did that to you.

Now I don't take pleasure in a man's pain,
But my wrath will come down like the cold rain.
And there won't be no shelter, no place you can go.

It's time to put your hands up, time for surrender,
I'm a vigilante, my love's defender,
You're a wanted man, here everybody knows.

You better call the Legion, call the coroner,
Call up your priest, have him warn ya.
Won't be no piece when I find that fool.

Who did that to you, yeah,
Who did that to you, my baby,
Who did that to you,
Gotta find that fool who did that to you.

Now he'll keep on running, but I'm closing in,
I'll hunt him down 'til the bitter end,
If you see me coming near, who you gonna call?

You better call the Legion, call the coroner,
Call up your priest, have him warn ya.
Won't be no piece when I find that fool

You better call the healer, call the guard,
I chase ‘em all the way to Sovngarde,
Get my best trying to find that fool
Who did that to you