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You see me stepping onto the scene I'm calling you out Alduin You hear me shouting, shit is 'bout to get obscene The Dark Brotherhood shudders at the gore I've seen   }Chorus All y'all know not to fuck with Dovahkiin I may look like a Nord But I got a dragons soul So why don't go and crawl in your little hole You filthy mole By the way, I'm the one who stole your sweet roll This is my land, it's Skyrim Where you could get high off a tree I'm a skooma puma A drug-dealing Khajiit I slay dragons that nobody will ever mourn I see you looking at my sexy inverted horns No, I'm not a Viking I don't find that exciting I'd much rather go hiking with

The young Nord woman is twenty-seven years old, and has been a beggar for three weeks. The citizens of Riften first notice her near the sewers, cringed in a nervous sleep. The bundle of flesh on her legs is her daughter – a child who has no tears left, who has drowned in a tearful silence for too long. Her gaze looks more lost than she does herself; she roams the streets like a wounded sparrow, wondering what the starting point of charity may be. She learns fast – it is painful. The people that listen to her become less and less; but she keeps telling of the dragon that burned her life to ashes, taking with it her husband, her farm, her mon