The following are a collection of Orsimer poems accumulated by Theranis Frey, during his travels through the Wrothgarian mountains and the strongholds of Skyrim.
Stronghold, city orc, fort or mine!
All Hail the Orsimer!
Hunt wife, shield wife, forge or hearth!
All Hail the Orsimer!
Trinimac, Maouch, Malacath, Oh!
All Hail the Orsimer!
Orsimer! Orsimer!
Dirty, filthy Orcs you are!
Orsimer! Orsimer!
Pretty little Orsimer…
Orsimer! Orsimer!
Spoils of Boethia’s plan you are!
Mammoth herd, Skyrim tundra
Feed the tribe for Malacath's glory
Sharpen spears, grab those axes
Slay the beast for Malacath's glory
Tan the hide, smelt the ore
Smith your armour for Malacath's glory
Great cavern, way down deep
Blinded falmer and creatures sleep
Dwemer trickery, and ancient machinery
Falmer slaves will find their graves
Many chaurus, a hulking centurion
Fell beneath Volendrung’s weight
Pah, Cheydinal, tuskin’ place I ever went
Met old Oghash, now coin’s all spent
Pah, sweet stuff, tuskin’ lost it
Corbolo river, got hauled out of it
Pah, need it, tuskin’ need some
Stole from Borba, chased by scum
Pah, Dulfish, need more sweet stuff
Chased butterflies, tuskin’ snuff
Pah, head, tuskin’ head
Garrus found me, threw me in a shed
Pah, no more sweet stuff, said it’s bad
Tuskin’ thing I ever had
Comments
just glad I have finished something (Starts-Many has Finished-Some)
Great cavern, way down deep
Blinded falmer and creatures sleep
Really nicely written Meli. Can't wait to see Karver's reaction,,
Great cavern, way down deep
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