Nord Mead - Miracle Of Sound

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!