Re: Your BGTSCC Character's Theme Tune.
Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 12:17 pm
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mrieder79 wrote:Durin Ironfaar:
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[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VzV9QExGFQs[/youtube]Hoihe when he is in his usual mood, usually fixed by Mealir's far too high diplomacy:(beginning words)
Destined to be alone, death star above my head...the life of a swordsman I greatly dread...
(main theme)
The day that I don't have my sword
a vertical flowing river is in my heart
looking up in the sky attempting to reach my destiny for revenge
I look back down and I've already forgot my sorrows
life and death doesn't matter anymore
looking forward to the day my hair turn white
however everyday people come push me until I can't stand it anymore...my heart feels the passion to kill once again.
Chorus:
apocalypse arising people spread throughout
the fiery passion in my eyes are without a doubt
who said my name had to be Hero?
this only means I can be alone much longer no time for love
the sky is wide but my heart doesn't not follow a single path ahead
not until I cut down a rainbow...and ahead lies a hero...
(back to the top)
last words -
the day we don't see a hero...is the day we see nothing...
Replace Elder Scroll words with their FR equivalent.We're merry men of Skyrim
So sturdy and so stout
When the day is done
When it's time for fun
We'll drink and sing and shout!
You weak livered milk drinkers
Can let your throats run dry
Cause there's just one drink
That we will sink
Until the day we die
Drinking mead in the halls of Whiterun
The maidens and the men!
We swig our brew
Until we spew
Then we fill our mugs again!
You can keep your filthy Skooma
It makes our bellies bleed
Cause when we raise our flagon
To another dead dragon
There is just one drink we need...
NORD MEAD!
Chug a mug of mead
And another mug of mead
Chug another mug of mead
Till you fall down
Chug a mug of mead
And another mug mead
Chug another mug of mead, warrior!
After the long hard days
Of hunting and of war
Our throats are tired and thirsty
And our bodies drenched in gore
But we won't spend our evenings
Feeling tired and feeling spent
We perk right up when we breathe in
That wholesome honey scent
That Cyrodilic Brandy
Too fruity for these tongues
You can keep your fancy alto wine
It tastes like horker dung!
Balmora Blue tastes great to you
But here we like it plain
Just fill my mug
With the mighty jug
Of honey, heart and grain
Drinking mead in the halls of Whiterun
The maidens and the men!
We swig our brew
Until we spew
Then we fill our mugs again!
You can keep your filthy Skooma
It makes our bellies bleed
Cause when we raise our flagon
To another dead dragon
There is just one drink we need...
NORD MEAD!
Chug a mug of mead
And another mug of mead
Chug another mug of mead
Till you fall down
Chug a mug of mead
And another mug mead
Chug another mug of mead, warrior!