Ode to Kinsmen Fallen

  • Ode to Kinsmen fallen

    Brethren hear of blood-stained fields

    in which our kinsmen died.

    Hear this ode, for them we sing,

    our kinsmen and our pride.

    A shield wall strong as the Thu'um.

    Brothers and Sisters

    with axes held ready

    facing most certain doom.

    Here in old Skyrim,

    our traditions taken and held,

    our blood is spilled and for our sake,

    our people fight and are felled.

    A shield wall strong as the Thu'um.

    Brothers and SistersĀ 

    with axes held ready

    facing most certain doom.

    To Sovngarde our loved ones go

    but what of us left behind?

    We must tend to burial rites

    and children's lost fathers find.

    A shield wall strong as the Thu'um.

    Brothers and Sisters

    with axes held ready

    facing most certain doom.

    We press on as needs would have,

    we do what must be done.

    We are the people Skyrim

    and before us enemies run!

    A shield wall strong and true

    Holding fast

    Fight till the last

    This is our Sacred Muse.


    Hope you guys like it, if anyone is musically talented, putting it to music would be really really awesome of you! Old, nordic instrumental anyone? =PĀ