Miracle Of Sound - Nord Mead

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! 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 of 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 waste 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! Nord mead! Nord mead! Chug a mug of mead And another mug of mead Chug another mug of mead Till you fall down (Nord mead!) Chug a mug of mead And another mug of mead Chug another mug of mead, warrior!