You rugged, you real

You rugged, you real, you wind-beaten North Not bound by crown nor border. I greet you, land beyond the flags and oaths, Your storms, your skies, your forests wide. Your storms, your skies, your forests wide. No throne shall claim the roots beneath your soil, Nor anthem chain the voices of your hills. I know you are more than a tale draped in gold — Yes, I choose to live, not die, in the North. Yes, I choose to live, not die, in the North.