A New era is dawning, Our king he has fallen The world eater is calling, His kinsmen to arise A man with no future, Before an executioner he must kneel With his head on the line, The bane for his savior he'll be Here starts the path of the chosen one Fus-Ro-Dah Face of a nord, Soul of a dragon Hundreds of years without the dragons, The need of a hero, Rises again The Power of the Dragonborn With strength in his swords, To the ground they'll finally fall His voice is like thunder, The tongue of the dragons An ancient wisdom, Mastered at the throat of the world Absorbing souls of the "Dovas", Enhancing his powers On his journey to face the "Nordic God of Destruction" He walks the path of the chosen one Fus-Ro-Dah Sovngarde in reach, Two fates colliding Hundreds of years without the dragons, The need of a hero, Rises again The Power of the Dragonborn With strength in his swords, To the ground they'll finally fall Fus-Ro-Dah, It's the voice of the Dragonborn – Fus-Ro-Dah Here ends the path of the chosen one Still alive, But in afterlife Hundreds of years without the dragons, The need of a hero, Rises again The Power of the Dragonborn With strength in his swords, To the ground they'll finally fall