Ever Vigilant

Standing tall on the northern crest,

Noble House Flint, battle blessed.

First and hardest, our watch never ceases,

Ancient stones, where our glory increases.

From mountain high, where the cold wind blows,

The First Flints, fierce against our foes.

Guardians of the stone, proud and high,

Under the watchful northern sky.

Killing the iron reavers, along the coast,

Protecting the mountains against the host.

Greyscale hands and pall so white,

Duty calls into the night.

Three branches hold the line,

Bound by blood, by time.

Ever Vigilant, we stand and fight,

Sharp in mind and stone, ours is light.

Noble House Flint, unbending might,

Guardians against the endless night.

Flint Fingers, fierce in fight,

Warriors born of iron and white—

Widows Watch, silent sentry,

Watching o’er the land so wary.

Breakstone Hill, solid and true,

Roots deep in the mountain blue.

Ancient rulers, long ago,

Reclaimed their throne from winter's snow.

Vassals now, but hearts ablaze,

Ever Vigilant, through the haze.

Ever Vigilant, we stand and fight,

Sharp in mind and stone, ours is light.

Noble House Flint, unbending might,

Guardians against the endless night.

From the long-lost kings in the mountain’s hold,

Legends whispered, stories told.

The first to battle, last to yield,

Fighting on and never concealed.

So raise the banners, let them fly,

Tribute to the stone and the sky.

Ever Vigilant, we vow,

Noble House Flint, forever now.