Skyrim
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Dohvahvakin
World eater waking
Civil war raging
As homes burn and
Dragons fly
The dovahkiin appears again
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
I speak to the dead,
After I have wasted three and ninety lockpicks
Just to get a potato out of a long forgotten box.
How is it not rotten?
I really need to get to Whiterun but
Lydia blocks me in the hallway.
