Age of Suppression
We drink to our youth, to days now long gone,
For the Age of Suppression will soon be done.
We'll drive out the Thalmor from this land that we own;
With our blood and our steel, we will take back our home.
In this land of ours, we will live free,
Of the scourge that has sullied our hopes and our dreams.
We're the children of Skyrim and we fight all our lives,
And when Sovngarde beckons, every one of us dies.
Hail to Ysmir, the true High King,
On the day of your triumph, we will drink and we'll sing!