jasminevoytek
We drink to our youth for the days come and go for the Age of Aggression is just about done we drive out the stormclokes and restore what 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 drink and we'll sing and the children of Skyrim will fight all our lives and the southern guards beckon every one of us dies.