Текст песни SKYRIM - Век притеснений

For the youth we drink, the last days of our honor. Soon century harassment does expire .

Banish the Imperials , our land will return . Protect native land , we will every day.

Honor you, Ulfric ! Throne rightfully yours! Here, in your glory we feast .

We Skyrim children fight us like a mother . We are waiting for the light Sovngarde , everyone is glad to give life .

But before we cleanse their homeland . We will not give up our hopes crow.