Our hero, our hero, claims a warrior's heart. I tell you, I tell you, the Dragonborn comes. With a Voice-wielding power of the Ancient Nord art. Believe, believe, the Dragonborn comes. It's an end to the evil of all Skyrim's foes. Beware, beware, the Dragonborn comes. For the darkness has passed and the legend yet grows. You'll know, you'll know, the Dragonborn's come.[/color=grey]
Our hero, our hero, claims a warrior's heart. I tell you, I tell you, the Dragonborn comes. With a Voice-wielding power of the Ancient Nord art. Believe, believe, the Dragonborn comes. It's an end to the evil of all Skyrim's foes. Beware, beware, the Dragonborn comes. For the darkness has passed and the legend yet grows. You'll know, you'll know, the Dragonborn's come.
"When I was a little girl in France... We used to pick pretty daisies... and the boys where whispering me: Balgruuf! Oh Balgruuf! Show us that fine pussy!" -Jarl Balgruuf
Alduin's wings, they did darken the sky. His roar fury's fire and his scales sharpened scythes. Men ran and they cowered and they fought and they died. They burned and they bled as they issued their cries. We need saviors to free us from Alduin's rage. Heroes on the field of this new war to wage. And if Alduin wins man is gone from this world. Lost in the shadow of the black wings unfurled. But then came the Tongues on that terrible day. Steadfast as winter, they entered the fray. And all heard the music of Alduin's doom. The sweet song of Skyrim, sky-shattering Thu'um. And so the Tongues freed us from Alduin's rage. Gave the gift of the Voice, ushered in a new Age. If Alduin is eternal, then eternity's done. For his story is over and the dragons... are gone.