They rode the wind before the fire,
Two shadows in the dying light.
Draven, bold with wrath in hand,
Rain, the whisper wrapped in night.
They vanished where the moors grow cold.
Where Black Claw banners stain the sky,
No horn was blown, no tale was told,
Only silence dared reply.
Some say the claw took brother’s breath,
Chained their spirits to the stone.
Others claim they walk the wilds,
Stormborne blood, but all alone.
Did the lightning call them homeward?
Did the wolves not hear their cry?
Taranis burns beneath their stars,
Yet still no answer from on high.
But we remember, night and flame,
Those brothers lost, not truly gone.
Until the final howl is sung
The Stormborne line goes on.
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