Ode to Kinsmen fallen
Brethren hear of blood-stained fields
in which our kinsmen died.
Hear this ode, for them we sing,
our kinsmen and our pride.
A shield wall strong as the Thu'um.
Brothers and Sisters
with axes held ready
facing most certain doom.
Here in old Skyrim,
our traditions taken and held,
our blood is spilled and for our sake,
our people fight and are felled.
A shield wall strong as the Thu'um.
Brothers and SistersĀ
with axes held ready
facing most certain doom.
To Sovngarde our loved ones go
but what of us left behind?
We must tend to burial rites
and children's lost fathers find.
A shield wall strong as the Thu'um.
Brothers and Sisters
with axes held ready
facing most certain doom.
We press on as needs would have,
we do what must be done.
We are the people Skyrim
and before us enemies run!
A shield wall strong and true
Holding fast
Fight till the last
This is our Sacred Muse.
Hope you guys like it, if anyone is musically talented, putting it to music would be really really awesome of you! Old, nordic instrumental anyone? =PĀ