From the flames—a Voice, from the ashes—a Sprout, We remember Valyria's bitter lesson. Where the walls fell and the gods departed, We carried a spark in our palms through the darkness. Cum mundus in cinerem cadit... We are those who found breath in the grave, Who came to quiet truth through flame. Above us—a wing, beneath our feet—sand, Our path between worlds is not straight, but high. We are warriors of shadow, we are witches of fire, In us is the midnight of Essos and the gold of day. Vira Cantus Viator... We measure our strength not by gold, But by song that heals hearts in battle. Let Braavos rage and the treasury groan, Wisdom and loyalty are our unity and price. We are the Mirror of the World, we are the Flame in the Chalice, And the sky and the sea are our heritage. Non Aurum, sed Vox! As long as the dragon breathes and the string rings, The salamander will never be alone. When the last sunset burns out, And the stars on the coat of arms tremble with fire, Be silence, be light in the fog, Be an eternal breath in the great ocean. Ex Flamma — Nova Vox.
