We dr^Dmiink to our yo^Gmiuth, to d^Cays come and^Gmi gone for the A^A#ge of Agg^Gmiression is j^Cust about d^Dmione We'll d^Dmirive out the S^Gmitormcloaks and re^Cstore what we ^Gmiown With our ^A#blood and our ^Gmisteel we'll t^Cake back our h^Dmiome D^Fown with Ulfric, the k^Ciller of kings On the ^Dmiday of your death we'll d^Amirink and we'll sing We're the c^Dmihildren of ^GmiSkyrim, and we f^Cight all our l^Gmiives And when So^A#vngarde bec^Gmikons everyo^Cne of us d^Dmiies But t^Chis land is ours and we'll ^Gmisee it whiped clean Of the s^A#courge that has s^Gmiullied our h^Copes and our ^Dmidreams.