The Blue Flame Of Oldtown

[Intro – frame drums, distant horn] Ānogar Targārio… Zaldrīzes ānogro… Ñuha lēkia… ñuha dārys… Blood of the dragon, born beneath the same flame. [Verse I] I remember silver in the morning, a younger shadow at my side, before they sent you south to Oldtown, before the realm was split by pride. They taught me steel and sharpened fury, they taught you how a flame stays kind, and while I learned to stare through hatred, you kept something I left behind. You never needed scars for honor, never begged the world to know your name, yet Tessarion crossed the heavens with your heartbeat in her flame. [Pre-Chorus – ritual drums building] They call me wrath. They call me war. They whisper when Vhagar takes the sky. But when they speak your name, my brother, even I remember why we fight. [Chorus] Daeron! Daeron! Blue fire over Oldtown! Raise your wings into the storm! Daeron! Daeron! Blood of mine and blood of dragons, gentler heart, but battle-born! Zaldrīzes buzdari iksos daor! Aōha ānogar ñuha ānogar! No chain shall claim the dragon! Your blood is my blood! And if the gods demand a brother, let them choke upon my sword. [Post-Chorus – High Valyrian] Dracarys! Dracarys! Tessarion, sōvēs! Ñuha lēkia! Ñuha ānogar! Zaldrīzes! [Verse II] I was forged beneath the sapphire, you beneath a gentler sun, yet no song sung in the Reach could hide the dragon you became. They may praise the courteous prince, the boy who still remembers grace, but I have seen our blood awaken, I know the fire behind your face. Perhaps Mother looks upon you and remembers something whole, something war has not yet butchered, something clean within our souls. And perhaps I hate that you remind me of the man I might have been, before an eye became an altar, before vengeance crawled beneath my skin. [Pre-Chorus II – quieter, almost spoken] You were never weak for kindness. Remember that. Mercy chosen by a dragon is more frightening than wrath. [Chorus] Daeron! Daeron! Blue fire over Oldtown! Raise your wings into the storm! Daeron! Daeron! Blood of mine and blood of dragons, gentler heart, but battle-born! Aōha ānogar ñuha ānogar! Zaldrīzes buzdari iksos daor! Your blood is my blood! A dragon is no slave! Let every banner learn your name when Tessarion comes north. [Pagan Folk Interlude – tagelharpa, bone flute, deep drums] Hen ānogar… hen perzys… From blood… from fire… Hen zaldrīzoti… From dragons… [Aemond, whispered] You were the best of us, Daeron. Perhaps that is why I feared losing you most. [Bridge – Aemond alone, restrained and emotional] If Vhagar falls before your dragon, if my sword is broken first, do not carry all my hatred, do not inherit all my curse. Let them remember one Targaryen who could burn and still be good. But if they ever come to take you… Brother, show them what runs in our blood. [Breakdown – war drums] ONE BLOOD! Ānogar! ONE FIRE! Perzys! ONE HOUSE! TARGĀRIO! BLUE QUEEN! TAKE THE SKY! Tessarion! Sōvēs! Sōvēs! SŌVĒS! [Final Chorus – enormous and triumphant] DAERON! DAERON! Let blue fire split the heavens! Let the Reach behold your flame! DAERON! DAERON! You need no crown to prove it, dragon blood remembers names! Aōha ānogar ñuha ānogar! Ñuha lēkia, iksā zaldrīzes! Your blood is my blood! My brother, you are a dragon! And should the Seven kingdoms burn, should every tower turn to bone, I will know that somewhere overhead blue wings are carrying you home. [Outro – only tagelharpa] Ñuha lēkia… My brother… Ñuha ānogar… My blood… Daeron Targārio… Fly where my shadow cannot follow. Tessarion… sōvēs. Fly.