From ice, from ice, we Forresters born,
To ice we all return.
Father, brother, I've sworn, I've sworn,
To guard this rest you've earned.

Eastern mages empty the veins,
Of beasts across the sea.
Paint Slaver's Bay in crimson rains,
To bring Ethan back to me.

His final words faced with the sword
Chilled Ramsay to the bone:
"You will not have her. I am Lord."
"And I protect my own."
"And I protect my own."

Fight on, fight on, Ethan the Brave,
Old gods bear steel with you.
Our lord, my twin, a hero's grave.
So iron grows anew.