Words Written In Fire And Emotions By Rikki Morningstar 🔥𓆩🐉𓆪🔥 [Intro – Low Ritual Chant] Ānogar iksis ānogar. Blood is blood. Zaldrīzes buzdari iksos daor. [Verse 1] I knew you first by the anger in your eyes, a dark-haired prince beneath a dragon sky. They whispered “Strong” behind your back, as though a name could make your courage crack. You learned to carry every poisoned word, every laugh you pretended you never heard. And I learned hatred young enough to make a weapon out of love. You stood beside your mother’s throne, swearing a crown would be her own. I stood beneath the Green and gold, with one good eye and a heart gone cold. [Pre-Chorus] Jacaerys... When Vermax screams across the night, I know your shadow by its flight. You should be nothing but my enemy. So why do I always look for you? [Chorus] Wolf-blooded dragon, come meet me in the flame, let the old gods choke upon your bastard name. Black against Green, steel against bone, two princes fighting for a broken throne. Ñuha qēlos, ñuha qrinuntys, my star, my enemy. If fate demands I raise my blade, then let the gods condemn what they have made. Jacaerys Velaryon, hear me through the fire: I was taught to hate you. [Emotional] No one taught me how to stop wanting you near. [Verse 2] You carry Winter in your veins, though dragonfire answers when you call its name. There is wolf beneath your princely skin, something stubborn I recognize within. Perhaps that is why you anger me. You bend... but never beautifully enough to break. You stare into the sapphire in my face and never grant me pity’s grace. Good. I would rather taste your hatred than another man’s devotion. [Pre-Chorus Emotional] Do you remember those childhood halls? Wooden blades and ancient walls? Before dragons became our war, before we knew what blood was for? I remember. I remember everything. Then tell me, Jacaerys why does the thought of your death feel nothing like victory? Why does your death hurt so much most in my heart? [Chorus] Wolf-blooded dragon, come meet me in the flame, let the old gods choke upon your bastard name. Black against Green, steel against bone, two princes fighting for a broken throne. Ñuha qēlos, ñuha qrinuntys, my star, my enemy. If fate demands I raise my blade, then let the gods condemn what they have made. Jacaerys Velaryon, hear me through the fire: I was taught to hate you. [Emotional] No one taught me how to stop wanting you near. [Bridge Emotional] I landed Vhagar where the black waves kissed the shore, and there I saw you drifting beneath a dying sky. An arrow buried deep within your chest, your dragon nowhere in the heavens, no wings above you, no roar answering the sea. I threw myself into the freezing tide, swam through the waves until I reached you, and pulled you from the merciless water. I carried you against my heart, your broken body resting in my arms, and brought you back to Vhagar as the sea mourned behind us. Through wind and storm I flew to your mother, bringing home the son she had lost. When she saw you, she shattered. She fell upon her knees before me, and I placed you gently in her arms. And there I wept beside her. I mourned you with the woman I was taught to call my enemy. I held her while her world collapsed, while her cries rose into the night like a prayer the gods refused to answer. Our blood may stand on different sides. Our banners may call for war. We may have been born to be enemies. But none of it mattered then. Only you. Only your mother holding her dead son. And the terrible silence where your dragon's wings should have been. [Verse 3 – Quiet, Dark] Your brother fell beneath a storm that still lives underneath my skin. Do you dream of killing me for him? You should. I would. Perhaps that is the cruelest truth between us. We understand each other far more than either side would dare admit. You are your mother’s hope. I am my brother’s sword. And somewhere between those truths we became prisoners of a war born long before either of us. Ānogar iksis ānogar. If history demands that one must fall, then curse the throne that poisoned us all. Jacaerys Velaryon... My rival. My ruin. My forbidden fire beneath a dying sky. If you must become my enemy, then be the greatest one I ever had. [Outro – Whispered] The realm will remember which king wore the crown. The singers will remember which dragon fell. But I I will remember the dark-haired prince who looked at a one-eyed monster and never looked away. Valar morghūlis. Perhaps that is the cruelest truth between us. We understand each other far more than either side would dare admit. You are your mother’s hope. I am my brother’s sword. And somewhere between those truths we became prisoners of a war born long before either of us. Ānogar iksis ānogar. If history demands that one must fall, then curse the throne that poisoned us all. Jacaerys Velaryon... My rival. My ruin. My forbidden fire beneath a dying sky. If you must become my enemy, then be the greatest one I ever had. [Outro – Whispered] The realm will remember which king wore the crown. The singers will remember which dragon fell. But I I will remember the dark-haired prince who looked at a one-eyed monster and never looked away. Valar morghūlis.
