The Ballad of the Forresters (OST Game of Thrones: The Lost Lords)
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. And kings, and queens melt down their crowns - A pyre on Aegon's hair. And flote of gold I pray they drop For all the blood they spilled. Men sound a 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 accross 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 bare steel with you! Our lord, my twin, a hero's grave, So iron grows anew! Still iron grows anew!