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.

May kings and queens melt down their crowns.
pyre on Aegon's hill.
In floods of gold, I pray they drown,
For all the blood they spilled.

Mance, sound the horn of winters past
Call starving giants forth.
Urge cannibals to break their fast,
On wardens of the North.

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.