The Throne Is Mine

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.
A 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.
Snow grabbed me from my mother’s grasp,
To claim me as his prize.
Ethan freed me from Ramsay’s clasp.
The rival lords locked eyes.
The rival lords locked eyes!
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.
Still iron grows anew.