Rejoice, rejoice, a prince is born,
A gift upon us all.
Our prayers, our hopes, our dreams come true,
Now come and heed the call.
Lament, lament, a prince is born,
A curse upon this age.
Now steel your soul and whet your blade,
For coming war we’ll wage.
Oh wail, oh wail, a prince is born,
A bane upon this land.
Now cower, quake, or else t’will be
Your blood that coats his hand.
I come to you with tales to tell
And choruses to sing,
Of Carrow, Crow, of Smoke and Salt,
And of the Shadow King.
Four tyrannies so rule this land,
Four ways to bend the knee,
But in our plight so came the man
That dared to set us free.
And so begins the single life,
That heralds coming war.
Rejoice, lament, oh wail, oh wail,
The Crow King’s Son is born.