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Please check out my Patreon page 🌿 Your support means the world to me! 🎵 Extra Listening, Merch, Contact, and Showing Support Listen how The Stormcloaks and The Empire sing back and forth about the war and the Age of Aggression / Oppression. I had a lot of fun creating this song together with Ellyn Storm. She's a very talented instrumentalist who has already made some other Skyrim Covers you should definitely check out. I loved to really think of how both sides of this conflict would deliver their lyrics and I'm happy with how it all turned out! If you would like to listen to the instrumental version, do look us up on Spotify! If you want to hear more and support my dream, check out my Patreon :) Subscribe for a new music video every 20th of the month. 🤩Featuring Ellyn Storm - Audioscape Studio - 👄💦Lyrics We drink to our youth to the days come and gone For the age of oppression is now nearly done We'll drive out the empire from this land that we own With our blood and our steel we will take back our home All hail to Ulfric you are the high king In your great honor we drink and we'll sing We're the children of Skyrim and we fight all our lives And when Sovngarde beckons every one of us dies We drink to our youth to the days come and gone For the age of Aggression is just about done We'll drive out the Stormcloaks and restore what we own With our blood and our steel we will take back our home Down with Ulfric, the killer of kings! On the day of your death we will drink and we'll sing! We're the children 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 All hail to Ulfric you are the high king In your great honor we drink and we'll sing We're the children of Skyrim and we fight all our lives And when Sovngarde beckons every one of us dies Down with Ulfric, the killer of kings! On the day of your death we will drink and we'll sing! We're the children of Skyrim and we fight all our lives And when Sovngarde beckons every one of us dies We drink to our youth to days come and gone When the age of Aggression had not yet begun
