We drink to J'zargo
And to day come and gone
For the age of J'zargo
Has finally begun.

We drive in the Khajiit
In this land that Nords own
With our magic and skooma
We will make a new home

All hail to J'zargo
The new Mage King
On the day of his victory
You will drink skooma and sing

We're the kittens of Elsweyr
And we drink skooma all our lives
And when the Nords become racist
Every one of us survives

Because the world is now ours
and we'll see it wiped clean
From the law that has Ilegalized
Our skooma and dreams