New Lyrics: "Still Playing Skyrim" (Patreon)

Pretty self-explanatory, actually. Unless you don't know the game. In which case, sorry -- Google it.

Two thousand eleven was when it beganSince then, I’m exploring as hard as I can.From late in the evening til early next morn,I’m shouting through Tamriel, I’m Dragonborn.

A outlander bound in a prisoner’s cartUnless your mod list includes Alternate Start.Imperials and Stormcloaks fight civil war,But honestly, that isn’t what you’re here for.

Dovahkiin, Dovahkiin, it’s a dangerous land,Dovahkiin, Dovahkiin, have your hint book at hand,And your cheat codes and patches and console commands,Dovahkiin... but do you have a plan?

Sometimes I go southeast, trying my bestTo not go to Whiterun and start the main quest.But always it calls to me, sung from afar,That’s where the cheap house and the services are.

I’ve got two thousand mods, just to make it more hard.I can slow-roast beef brisket on my graphics card.I’ve played every race, no two run-throughs the same,But there’s so much to do, I’ve not finished the game.

Dovahkiin, Dovahkiin, there are side quests to do,It’ll be many years before you play them through,You’re a damn murder hobo and grave robber too,Dovahkiin... You need a shower and shampoo.

Assassin’s Creed, Witcher, God of War, Elden Ring.I’m sure they’re all awesome, but Skyrim’s my thing.Devil May Cry, Horizon Zero Dawn, XCom, Scorn,To the end of my days, I will be Dragonborn.

I spend three hours a day making Skyrim not crash.I won’t play Elder Scrolls Online, I’ve got no cash.I’ve got dragons to slay, and code errors to fix,As I patiently wait for The Elder Scrolls 6.

Dovahkiin, Dovahkiin, this is ruling my life,Dovahkiin, Dovahkiin, I’ve divorced my real wife,But in-game I’ve got Lydia, we are handfast,Dovahkiin, get those sex mods configured at last.

Dovahkiin, Dovahkiin, this is driving me mad,Dovahkiin, Dovahkiin, I thought Fortnite was bad,But I swear with my last breath, I’ll stare into Alduin’s mawAnd Shout Fus Do Rah.