Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken

Golden sands and southern heat,

Martell beats the drum of your defeat.

In Dorne, where the sun burns bright,

10,000 spears are marching to the fight.

From Sunspear's rising tower,

They stand with iron will and power.

Guardians of desert's lore,

Legends etched in sands of yore.

Storms may come and axes fall,

Standing proud through it all.

Echoes of their fiery cry,

Never yielding, never shy.

Unbowed, unbent, unbroken,

The drums of Dorne are awoken.

In the face of storm and flame,

Martell's pride remains untamed.

Vengeful wind and secrets kept,

In shadows where their legends slept.

Tough as steel and desert’s sand,

Martell strong, they take their stand.

Through the night and blazing day,

They forge ahead, come what may.

Sunspear’s soul, forever free,

Bound by ancient loyalty.

Unbowed, unbent, unbroken,

The drums of Dorne are awoken.

In the face of storm and flame,

Martell's pride remains untamed.

Echoes of the past still sing,

Songs of knights and nizams' king.

Hold the line, never kneel,

For their cause is real.

Banners flying in the sun,

Martell's quest has just begun.

Forever fierce, their vow sworn,

Unbowed, unbent, unbroken dawn.