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I don't want to be Dragonborn

Bring down those walls boys, bring down those walls.
They’ve got their backs against the walls
Sack the castle slaughter your enemies
Leave none alive; make them beg on their knees
Laugh at their cries and useless pleas
Bloodcurdling howls we’ll shriek

Fight our way in drag the king out through the rubble
Execute execute execute the rebel
We’ll put him to the sword,
And grant him his last words

As I cut the king down,
His crown falls to the ground
The throne is mine for the taking
A new empire in the making
Victory I cry,
With arms held high,
Our shouts will break the sky.