From the Sea of Ghosts with waters of black daggersTo the Throat of the Worldlooking down on us all   These are the mountainwhom I call homeSkyrim training my bodyMy mind, My blade   Prepared for the forestsFilled with treasures aheadI set off on adventureSeeking fortune, seeking fame   I trudged on through sheer cliffs of glassIgnorant of the dangerstalking me from above   In a flash my hopesvanished like lightningAdventure no morefrom an arrow to the knee