The Age of Aggression

We drink to our youth, to days come and gone.For the age of agression, is just about done.

We'll drive out the Stormcloacks and restore what we own. With our blood and steel we'll take back our home.

Down with Ulfric the killer of kings, on the day of your death we'll drink and we'll sing.

We're the childeren of skyrim, and we fight all our lives, And when Sovngarde beckons every one of us dies!

But this land is ours and we'll see it wiped clean, of the scourge that has sullied our hopes and our dreams...