By the power of our father's rusty
We are standing proud and strong
Under banner and king our soil
Drinks blood of the enemy
From here we see through the raven's eyes
We ride the winds of north
And from cups of silver we drink from
Through the Seven winds of Wrath we
With steel at our sides we defend the
Baptised in the dragon's blood
We hail our king with pride
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