[Verse: Dan Bull, Harry Partridge]
By the nine, it's been five long years since I've come here
So, I think I'm perfectly entitled to cry one tear
And now, I want beer
And I need a mead and thanks to this bucket
We don't have to buy one, here!
I've just baked up a fresh batch of sweetrolls
Would you like one dear?
I should head back to my Hearthfire
Before the Dawnguard start lecturing
But my belly's full and inventory's empty
So, we'd better get adventuring
Pick up a weapon
Then pick a direction
Then pick a dungeon that we're entering
No fast travel, just treasuring every texture that's rendering
Quest:
Reliving our memories and carving out some new ones
With newer and shinier hardware you can do whatever you want
Is it just me or have mods made this world change in odd ways?
My frosty droplets of snot are thawed under the God rays
They drip in the mountain water, glistening
Trickling sounds are sort of twinkling
Rippling out, I'm sure if you're listening
Your hair's on end and your pores are tingling
My legacy, odyssey, elegy, prophecy's better than ever
You're probably getting euphoric and wobbly
In bed in pyjamas
But it feels like ebony armor, it's Godly
I am the Dragonborn and thus
I'm dragging you back to my birthplace
I've got unfinished business
I never did the main quest in the first place
So many side missions, civil wars, guilds and factions
How can I ever one-hundred percent a game
That's filled with distractions
Refractions and reflections
Weapon sets and plant collections
Never-ending
Harry, uh, Harry
Pants, erection