The Song of Fire and Storm (Imperial Anthem)

 

The Song of Fire and Storm

The Imperial Anthem of the Empire of Westeros and Western Essos

Verse I
From storm-swept halls of ancient stone,
To dragon’s flame on high,
The crown was forged of fire and storm,
Beneath the endless sky.

Chorus
Fire and storm, our banner flies,
Golden sun and dragon rise,
By Richard’s might, by Daenerys’ hand,
One Empire strong, one realm, one land.

Verse II
The dead were broken, the night undone,
At Moat Cailin’s field of flame,
The living stood as one in storm,
And carved eternal fame.

Chorus
Fire and storm, our banner flies,
Golden sun and dragon rise,
By Richard’s might, by Daenerys’ hand,
One Empire strong, one realm, one land.

Verse III
From Winter’s Edge to Essos’ sea,
The Golden Throne shall reign,
Through children’s blood, through memory’s flame,
Their song shall still remain.

Final Chorus (sung twice, rising)
Fire and storm, our anthem rings,
The stag, the flame, the dragon’s wings,
By Richard’s might, by Daenerys’ hand,
One Empire strong, one realm, one land.

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