Oh gods, it’s another wight!
Please just tell me what the hell is wrong?
Do you want to eat? Do you want to sleep?
Do you want to drown?
Just settle down, settle down, settle down
I’ll give you taffy, give you sweetrolls
Give you cakes, give you anything you want
Hundred golden drakes
That sword hurts way more than the bite of a flea
Just let me be, let me be, let me be
I’m so sick of all these wights
You never stay asleep when I come near
Is something wrong with me?
Something wrong with you?
I really wish I knew, wish I knew, wish I knew
I’ll give you taffy, give you sweetrolls
Give you cakes, I’ll give you anything you want
Hundred golden drakes
I’ll even let you shout the words I want to sing
Like you’re the Dovahkiin, Dovahkiin, Dovahkiin
Dovahkiin, Dovahkiin, Dovahkiin
But yeah, seriously, there’s a lot of Draugr in this game.
So beef up your twohand skill, grab a silver greatsword, install USKP so the silver perk works correctly, smith it up, enchant it with fire, and start hackin’.
Not having to do with this poem, but remember, if you add poems to 3dnpc, just make sure that no current age words slip in…like phone, for example. That would screw Skyrim peoples’ minds up!
Ha, it’s not a poem actually, it’s a song
Wow! What a flash back. I had to go hunt out my Dramarama live at the China club CD!
Thanks for that :-)