| Forged by spells and dragon fire
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| From days long past a blade of dark steel and ancient craft
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| Passed on through the generations
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| The weapon of a fallen empire
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| We hold the power, we have the wall
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| As night gathers, we must stand tall
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| Watchers in black defending the realm
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| With the old bear’s claw
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| Ancient northern blood flows through my veins
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| Bastard son of the wolf
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| I am the sword in the dark
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| We must stand true and face the night
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| Battling eternal winter
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| In the dark the others risen
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| They possess and enslave us
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| The ancient ones our downfall
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| We hold the power, they have the wall
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| As night gathers, we must stand tall
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| Higher we climb in the stolen realm
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| Wielding arrow and axe
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| Ancient northern blood flows in our veins
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| We are the free and the proud
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| We must live on, fierce and headstrong
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| The traitors will die before long
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| The clash of swords, firing arrows
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| The battle rages through the night
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| Fortress of ice divides us
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| Beyond it only death and strife
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| You hold the power, we have the wall
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| As night gathers, we must stand tall
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| Watchers in black, the wildlings attack
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| Our people must not be trapped
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| Ancient northern blood flows through our veins
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| Now it stains the battlefield
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| Yet still we fight, under the pale moonlight
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| As eternal night draws near |