Bear arms and grit your teeth, open wide eyes and ears,
Beware of the dark night and the harsh cold wind,
For the north lands are vast and they full of fears.
One for all and all for one, none must be behind,
To the seven we pray against this harrowing,
For certain is one thing, the winter is coming.
Of all wealth in the world, family is greatest,
May the flesh of my flesh honor our ancestors,
May the blood of my blood overcome any test.
My word, my life, my debts, I shall always honor,
Whatever price I pay, what awaits at my door,
To no man shall I yield, for all must hear me roar.
All those who oppose us, all those who despise us,
Shall burn in bright red flames high up on the pire.
And from ashes to ashes, unless they join us,
Our enemies shall perish in blood and fire.
By the seven, old and new, by the dragon god,
Forever we shall reign, in fire and in blood.
When all hope is lost and the future seems dreary,
We shall not retreat, we shall never surrender,
For ours is the mission to protect and shelter,
To bear arms against foes and always vanquish.
It is our duty never to relinquish,
Ours is the mission, ours is the fury.