A golden lion, highborn and raised to the family vows
Sworn to defend the crown and the king of Westeros
Born with a talent for slaying and defeating any man
His destiny will soon take an unexpected turn

He will have to turn the sword to slice through his every word
And slain the one he pledged his alliance to before
Then spill the blood of the king of madness in his court
The family words prevail before for your honour!

The lion's chosen heir...

Looked down and laughed by all constantly in his back
A glorified sentry, he then served another king
But when the lion and the wolf are at each other's throat
The world's at war, his deeds will turn him against the wall

Now as a prisoner, he'll suffer hatred for his crimes
His and his sister's deeds led to a crippled child
The wolf is howling to take revenge upon his head
His merciless father said "we always pay our debts!"

Tricked and fooled his captives will be deceived into a plan
He'd fled into the land besides a lady knight
Into the night resounds the howlin' wolf;
"Damn you, damn you! King slayer. king slayer, king slayer!"

"A lion doesn't concern himself with the opinions of a sheep...
It's the family name that lives on, it's all that lives on,
Not your glory, not your honour. You're the golden heir.
Seize the throne!"

The lion's roar, king slayer
Now swing the sword, king slayer, king slayer, king slayer!

Always pay his debt!

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