The Old, The True, The Brave

Yo-ho, sail the black waters wide,

House Velaryon, proud with tide.

From Driftmark's storms, our legends rise,

In the roar of wind and war's cries.

Brave and true, from Valyrian blood,

Carved in sea, in fire and flood.

Riders of the waves, we hold the line,

In the shadow of the dragon's shine.

The Old, the True, the Brave,

Hear our call across the wave.

Blood of the storm, proud and free,

Velaryon, from sea to sea.

Hoist the sails and raise the cry,

House Velaryon, never die!

Driftmark's children, fierce and bold,

Stories of the sea unfold.

Vassals to the Targaryen crown,

Guarding depths where secrets drown.

High Tide stands, with steady hand,

Lords of the Tides, proud and grand.

The Old, the True, the Brave,

Echoes in the tidal wave.

From the island, our vows break free,

Velaryon, the mighty sea.

Hoist the sails and raise the cry,

House Velaryon, never die!

Driftmark's children, fierce and bold,

Stories of the sea unfold.

Storms may come and skies turn black,

But we stand, no turning back.

Bond of blood and roaring sea,

In our hearts, we stand free.

So sing the song of wave and fire,

Of Valyrian blood and ancient pyre.

House Velaryon, proud and free,

Guardians of the endless sea.