The World Eater Returns…
When Alduin returns through the time wound on mountain high,
Above the peaks where clouds and destiny collide,
The Greybeards, bearded and wise, stirred from their ancient slumber,
Echoing cries from their mountain top home,
Gripped by primal fright, they knew life was ending soon.
For Alduin, the World-Eater, soared through rifts untamed,
That monstrous shadow casting doom, to feast upon the day,
Unleashing roars that split serene, chilling blood and bone—
As from the mists of legend called, the Dragonborn comes forth.
Beneath fractured skies, where smoldering fears ignite,
A whispered name, “Dovahkiin,” slices through the crisp air,
Resounding deep in hearts once calm—now tempest-tossed by fate,
Rising from the throes of chaos, a beacon fierce and bright.
In fear, Alduin, trembles at the world he sought to break,
His scales aglitter 'neath the glow of ethereal moonlight,
For across the cracked and sundered lands, a battleground is drawn,
The saga of the Nords unfolds—a tale of fire and might.
A dragon’s fury, an echo’s call, a land on bended knee,
The final battle, fierce and raw, beneath Skyrim’s ageless sky,
With every strike and counter, hope and destiny entwine,
To forge, amidst the frost-bound fields, a world that breathes anew.
So, sing, oh Skalds, with voices raised, of Dragonborn, of strife,
Of Alduin, who shattered hearts, yet fell to mortal hands,
Preserve in song the mighty clash, where courage turned the tide,
And how, from whispered prophecy, sprung forth a world renewed.
