Historian of the Bards College Solitude Ragnar the Red is a traditional song of Whiterun. Despite the grim final image, the song is generally regarded as light and rollicking and a faorite in inns across Skyrim. Ragnar !he Red !here once "as a hero named Ragnar the Red, Who came riding to Whiterun from ole Rorikstead# $nd the braggart did s"agger and brandish his blade, $s he told of bold battles and gold he had made# But then he "ent %uiet, did Ragnar the Red, When he met the shieldmaiden &atilda "ho said... '(h, you talk and you lie and you drink all our mead# )o" * think it+s high time that you lie do"n and bleed#' $nd so then came the clashing and slashing of steel, $s the brae lass &atilda charged in full of ,eal# $nd the braggart named Ragnar "as boastful no moooooree... When his ugly red head rolled around on the floor# !he Dragonborn Comes has been handed do"n from generation to generation of bards. !he Dragonborn in )ord culture is the archetype of "hat a )ord should be. !he song itself has been used to rally soldiers and to bring hope. !he Dragonborn Comes (ur hero, our hero, claims a "arrior+s heart. * tell you, * tell you, the Dragonborn comes. With a -oice "ielding po"er of the ancient )ord art. Beliee, beliee, the Dragonborn comes. *t+s an end to the eil, of all Skyrim+s foes. Be"are, be"are, the Dragonborn comes. .or the darkness has passed, and the legend yet gro"s. /ou+ll kno", you+ll kno" the Dragonborn+s come. !he $ge of (ppression and !he $ge of $ggression are ariants of one song. *t isn+t kno"n "hich of the t"o "as "ritten first but the tune, "ith loyalty appropriate lyrics, is %uite popular on both sides of the "ar. !he $ge of (ppression We drink to our youth, and to days come and gone. .or the age of oppression is no" nearly done. We+ll drie out the 0mpire from this land that "e o"n. With our blood and our steel "e "ill take back our home. $ll hail to 1lfric# /ou are the High 2ing# *n your great honor "e drink and "e sing. We+re the children of Skyrim, and "e fight all our lies. $nd "hen Songarde beckons, eery one of us dies# But this land is ours and "e+ll see it "iped clean. (f the scourge that has sullied our hopes and our dreams. !he $ge of $ggression We drink to our youth, to days come and gone. .or the age of aggression is 3ust about done. We+ll drie out the Stormcloaks and restore "hat "e o"n. With our blood and our steel "e+ll take back our home. Do"n "ith 1lfric# !he killer of kings# (n the day of your death "e+ll drink and "e+ll sing. We+re the children of Skyrim, and "e fight all our lies. $nd "hen Songarde beckons, eery one of us dies# But this land is ours and "e+ll see it "iped clean. (f the scourge that has sullied our hopes and our dreams. !he follo"ing is an ancient song "e+e only recently been able to translate. Without a tune or a sure pronunciation the song is lost to time. *t+s included here to sho" the deep history of song here in Skyrim. !he original ersion... Doahkiin, Doahkiin, )aal ok ,in los ahriin, Wah dein okul mahfaeraak ahst aal# $hrk fin norok paal graan fod nust hon ,indro ,aan, Doahkiin, fah hin kogaan mu draal# Hu,rah nu, kul do od, "ah aan bok lingrah od, $hrk fin tey, bo,iik fun, do fin gein# Wo lost fron "ah ney do, ahrk fin reyliik do 3ul, -oth aan suleyk "ah ronit faal 2rein# $hrk fin ,ul, rok drey kod, nau tol morokei frod, Rul lot !aa,okaan motaad oth kein# Sahrot !hu+um, med aan tu,, ey ,eim hokoron pah, (l fin Doahkiin komeyt ok rein# $hrk fin 2el lost prodah, do ed iing ko fin krah, !ol fod ,eymah "in kein mey, fundein# $lduin, .eyn do 4un, kru,iik okun staadnau, -oth aan bahlok "ah diion fin lein# )u, aan sul, fent alok, fod fin ul doah nok, .en kos nahlot mahfaeraak ahrk ru,# 5aa, 2ei,aal fen kos stin nol bein $lduin 3ot, Doahkiin kos fin saiik do mu,# $nd the translation... Dragonborn, Dragonborn, By his honor is s"orn, !o keep eil foreer at bay# $nd the fiercest foes rout "hen they hear triumph+s shout, Dragonborn, for your blessing "e pray# Hearken no", sons of sno", to an age, long ago, $nd the tale, boldly told, of the one# Who "as kin to both "yrm, and the races of man, With a po"er to rial the Sun# $nd the -oice, he did "ield, on that glorious field When great !amriel shuddered "ith "ar# &ighty !hu+um, like a blade, cut through enemies all, $s the Dragonborn issued his roar# $nd the Scrolls hae foretold, of black "ings in the cold !hat "hen brothers "age "ar come unfurled# $lduin, Bane of 2ings, ancient shado" unbound, With a hunger to s"allo" the "orld# But a day, shall arise, "hen the dark dragon+s lies, Will be silenced foreer and then# .air Skyrim "ill be free from foul $lduin+s ma", Dragonborn be the saior of men#