Words forged by Rikki Morningstar 𓆩♛🐉♛𓆪 𓆩♛🐉♛𓆪𓆩♛🐉♛𓆪𓆩♛🐉♛𓆪𓆩♛🐉♛𓆪𓆩♛🐉♛𓆪𓆩♛🐉♛𓆪𓆩♛🐉♛𓆪𓆩♛🐉♛𓆪 [Intro – Tagelharpa / Distant War Drums] Ānogar ñuhon… Zaldrīzes ānogar… Vīlībāzmosa iksis… [Verse I – Aemond] They dragged you from the shadows, drowned your head in conqueror's gold, a crown you never begged to carry, a throne already bought and sold. I watched you hide behind the wine, I watched you laugh to mask the fear, while Mother whispered, "You must rule," and every vulture gathered near. You were never born for duty. I was sharpened for its blade. Yet when they raised you before the realm, I bowed... and brother, I stayed. [Pre-Chorus – Folk Drums Rising] Let them call you weak. Let them spit upon your name. They do not know our blood. They do not know our flame. [Chorus – Huge / Nordic Metal] AEGON! Blood of my blood, crown of my king! Let every war horn of Westeros ring! You wear the gold, I wield the flame, and gods may fall before our name! Dracarys! Let the false queen hear us sing! Ānogar ñuhon! Blood of my blood! Aegon, ñuha lēkia! Aegon, my brother! If all the Seven Kingdoms turn against you... THEY TURN AGAINST ME! [Post-Chorus] Zaldrīzes! Zaldrīzes! Perzys! Ānogar! AE-GON! AE-GON! AE-GON! [Verse II – Darker / Aemond’s Resentment] Do you know how many nights I wondered why the crown chose you? Why I studied every history, every sword, every ancient word... while you drank until the dawn and wished the throne would disappear? I became the prince they needed. You became the king they feared. And yes... sometimes I looked upon your crown and thought it should be mine. Sometimes I watched you stumble and despised you for your weakness. But you are still my brother. And no throne, no council, no prophecy will cut that from my blood. [Pre-Chorus II – Growing Aggression] I have one eye, yet I see them clearly. The smiles. The knives. The rats around your throne. Let them come. [Chorus – Heavier] AEGON! Blood of my blood, crown of my king! Hear how the wings of the old gods sing! You wear the gold, I wield the flame, let history choke upon our name! Dracarys! Let Dragonstone hear the king! Ānogar ñuhon! Blood of my blood! Aegon, ñuha lēkia! If they come to tear the crown from your head... THEY ANSWER TO VHAGAR! [Instrumental – Tagelharpa × Crushing Guitar Riff] [Deep frame drums] [Ancient horn calls] [distorted guitars] [Bridge – Spoken Aemond / Almost No Instruments] You infuriate me, brother. You always have. You waste what I would treasure. You mock what I would master. And perhaps... in another life... I would have hated you for wearing my crown. [pause] But when I saw you broken... burned... your body twisted beneath the weight of a war none of us truly chose... I did not see a king. I saw my brother. The boy who stood beside me before dragons... before crowns... before blood became politics. And I remembered. No one kills my brother but fate itself. [High Valyrian Ritual Build] Ñuha lēkia… Ānogar ñuhon… Zaldrīzes ānogar… Perzys iā morghūlis… [Breakdown – Aemond’s Fury] So rise! RISE, BROTHER! Let your scars become your armor! Let your broken bones remember they were forged from dragon blood! Let Rhaenyra hear your breathing and know the war is not yet done! Let every lord who laughed at you watch the crippled dragon... CRAWL BACK TOWARD HIS SUN! AEGON! [Outro – Tagelharpa] Blood of my blood! Crown of my king!
