We Strike True

Thunder rolls across the mountain range,

Heart's Home stands tall, will never change.

Noble blood runs deep and true,

Corbray’s pride shining through.

From Andal roots, we rise and stand,

Guardians of our sacred land.

With Valyrian steel called Lady Forlorn,

House Corbray is feared, noble born.

Falken's cry, echoing high,

In the shadow of the Eyrie sky.

Fealty sworn, in fire and rain,

We fight, we bleed, we must remain.

We strike true, in the dark and light,

Honor bound, ready to fight.

Heart's Home, where the brave reside,

Corbray’s name, with pride we stride.

Royal blood flows through their veins,

They won’t be bound or put in chains.

The Vale will call, when danger is near,

House Corbray will answer, never to fear.

Falken's cry, echoing high,

In the shadow of the Eyrie sky.

Fealty sworn, in fire and rain,

We fight, we bleed, we must remain.

We strike true, in the dark and light,

Honor bound, ready to fight.

Heart's Home, where the brave reside,

Corbray’s name, with pride we stride.

Lady Forlorn, silent and cold,

A blade of legends, brave and bold.

Descended from the Andal race,

Carrying valor, dignity, and grace.

Mountains stand, and eagles fly,

Corbray’s spirit soaring high.

Forever loyal, fierce and true,

In Westeros, we strike anew.