From ice, from ice, we Forr'sters born, To ice we all return. Father, brother, I've sworn, I've sworn To guard this rest you've earned. I’d bare my neck to Ilyn Payne And swim the Shivering Sea, Paint Slaver’s Bay in crimson rains T’ 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."
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.