This song's for our queen, our beautiful Elf. Who would not be held up there on a shelf. She sang and she danced, and she studied the past. But her time as princess, it would not last.
Ayrenn, Ayrenn, Where have you been? No time for court intrigue. And now you rule as queen.
She ran from the dresses, she ran from the pomp. She could not right stomach more high elven wrong. Our future leader sailed from our shores. To High Rock, Skyrim, and more.
Now what did she do, while she was away? She met sword-dancers and taught them to sway. Fought bears, ran dungeons, drank mead with the Nords. Not once was she ever bored.
When push came to shove and her father lay dead. She aimed for the Isles to put a crown on her head. And we welcomed her back. With a cheer and a dance. Now let's all at once, now eagles advance!
Ayrenn, Ayrenn, You are our great queen. We toast to your health. By moon, stars, and green.