We Do not Sow (The Legacy of Black Harren, Part I)

Black ships are sailing in the night

I'm drunk and looking for a fight

A distant light appears as the dark waves turn

Let's steal their lives and watch the village burn!

Sail the stormy sea

Stand proud and free

claiming meat and mead

I'll take the shores

And salt wife whores

Never ending, I need more

We're Ironborn, we rape, we reave and carve out our kingdoms

on distant shores

Black Harren's longships sailing out taking rewards

we do not sow

My axe lusts for bone and gore

Just as the Iron Men of yore

The Drowned God made us to be strong

We write our names in blood, fire and song!

What is dead may never die...

Let your servant be born again from the sea, as you were

Bless him with salt

Bless him with stone

Bless him with steel

What is dead may never die, but rises again, harder and stronger

So we sail for morning sun

Toward future conquests to be won

Our mighty race shall reign on high

We'll rule until the whole world dies!