Farewell my dear sister For I will travel far to the wall I am lucky to be your brother Take care of this; stand tall
I hope you love this sword Name it well, for all good swords have names, Cherish this like golden words
When I come back, tell me all your games Our journey will be rough So we need to try and stay well for each one of us, Your mind must be quick, be wise and tough; I want to see you soon and fight for all of us.