The Dragonborn's Mead Hall (Rise, Dovahkiin!)

[Intro - talk]
Gather 'round the fire, ye sons of Skyrim bold,  
Lift yer horns of mead and let the old tales be told!  
From Whiterun to Windhelm, through snow and dragon fire,  
There's a hero risin' higher... higher... higher!

(Verse 1)
There once was a lad from the hills of old Rorikstead,  
With a voice like thunder and a soul forged in the dead.  
He slew the first dragon on the plains by the lake,  
And the Greybeards came callin' from High Hrothgar's wake!  
With Fus Ro Dah he shouted the mountains apart,  
Sent Alduin screamin' with a fire in his heart.  
But he weren't no high lord in his fancy steel plate,  
Just a shield-brother drinkin' and fightin' his fate!

(Chorus – big, stompy, everyone sings!)
**Rise, Dovahkiin! Raise yer horns up high!**  
**Dragonborn comin', let the old gods reply!**  
**With blood and with steel, through the cold Skyrim night,**  
**We'll drink to the hero who sets the world right!**  
*(Hey! Hey! Dovahkiin!)*  
**Talos guide ye, mead keep ye warm,**  
**From Sovngarde's halls to the eye of the storm!**  
**Rise, Dovahkiin! Sing it loud and sing it true,**  
**The dragons are fallin' — and the drinks are on you!**

(Verse 2)
He marched into Solitude with the Legion at his back,  
Or stood with the Stormcloaks when Ulfric gave the crack.  
Didn't matter the banner, the color, or the king,  
When a dragon came burnin', he'd make the bastard sing!  
He stole from the Thieves Guild, he shouted with the Voice,  
Bedded a dark elf beauty and made the Daedra rejoice.  
But when evenin' came callin' and the hearth fire glowed,  
He'd stagger to the tavern and drink till he glowed!

(Chorus)
Rise, Dovahkiin! Raise yer horns up high!  
Dragonborn comin', let the old gods reply!  
With blood and with steel, through the cold Skyrim night,  
We'll drink to the hero who sets the world right!  
*(Hey! Hey! Dovahkiin!)*  
Talos guide ye, mead keep ye warm,  
From Sovngarde's halls to the eye of the storm!  
Rise, Dovahkiin! Sing it loud and sing it true,  
The dragons are fallin' — and the drinks are on you!

(Verse 3)
Now the bards still tell it in every inn and hold,  
How he faced the World-Eater with his thu'um strong and bold.  
The Nords raise their tankards, the elves shake their heads,  
But every true son of Skyrim knows what the old legends said:  
"One they fear, in their tongue he is Dovahkiin!"  
So pass 'round the bottle, let the good times begin!  
For tomorrow we fight, but tonight we make merry,  
With a song in our hearts and a belly full o' berry!

(Bridge – build it up, slower then faster, with claps and stomps)
Oh the dragons are burnin', the empires are fallin',  
The civil war's ragin', but hear the bards callin'!  
One more round for the hero, one more cheer for the slain,  
We'll meet in Sovngarde... and we'll do it again!

Celtic folk / Irish pub, (Tempo ~120 BPM), male