The honor of us
though the tough winter is upon the common nords
however we serve our lords to practice with swords and ram the gates of the empire
mages and great spellbinder of destruction and illusion will serve by our side
and we stand with pride and allied with the great stormcloak, and we will not stand aside and hide
we will sail on the tide and stand wide to face a great war
we will run into battle with the great dovahkiin and watch as he roar, a fellow nord will drink to our score
we will turn sore in our core but this is our chore
for windhelm
for skyrim
we will prevail, the imperials will fall and the stormcloaks will rise
the great ulfric stormcloak will arise to be our high king and advise the true sons and daughters of skyrim