She may not be shouting, but this girl’s Voice might still knock you backward.
If you’ve ever bought mead in a Skyrim inn, you’ve probably heard “The Dragonborn Comes,” a stilted lute tune seemingly adored by near all unemployed crooners and wayward tavern drunkards across the province. The song tells the story of a mystical hero with a warrior’s heart and a Voice that’s so special it’s a proper noun. While the pub renditions of “Dragonborn” oddly seem to only be sung by choristers with less musical prowess than a drowning Argonian (which, for the lizard people of the Black Marsh, has got to be some pretty impressive drowning), YouTube user malufenix has leant some legitimate harmonic stylings to the tune for a more modern, pleasing interpretation of the canticle.
Let’s sing along, shall we? Dibs on the baritone.
Our hero, our hero, claims a warrior’s heart
I tell you, I tell you, the Dragonborn comes
With a Voice wielding power of the ancient Nord art
Believe, believe, the Dragonborn comes
It’s an end to the evil, of all Skyrim’s foes
Beware, beware, the Dragonborn comes
For the darkness has passed, and the legend yet grows
You’ll know, You’ll know the Dragonborn’s come
People of Skyrim sing this song because they know in their meaty, Nordic hearts that Dovakhiin is on his or her way. Now that moderns have got the urge to belt the notes, does that mean we can expect a helmeted hero of our own soon? It could be any one of us. Perhaps it’s best if we all just stand in front of our pets screaming “Fus Ro Da!” until one flies off the kitchen counter and we find out who it is.