Green River Run Red

"Green River Run Red" is an ironborn sea shanty composed during the Conquest of Dorne.

Lyrics
Green river run red with the blood of the martyred

Sing seven prayers for your dearly departed

Through the sands we raze in the name of Her Grace

Salting soil as we toil o’er land laid to waste

Old Fowler came afoul of a harrowing sight

Several hundred sails in the dead of the night

With the Seven-Pointed banner the Warden was deceived

The black sails he spotted weren’t Her Grace’s Royal Fleet

Out he went to parley but his cowardice was folly

The lord of Skyreach turned to stone with an ironman’s volley

Green river run red with the blood of the martyred

Sing seven prayers for your dearly departed

Through the sands we raze in the name of Her Grace

Salting soil as we toil o’er land laid to waste

Never had a reaver ever seen a sight so pretty

When he first set his eyes on the fabled Shadow City

Down the dusty roads, ‘tween the muddy brick walls

The reaver came to claim himself a bounty of thralls

All the morn he plundered ‘til none living could be found

‘Neath the walls of Sunspear they were broken, bent and bowed

Green river run red with the blood of the martyred

Sing seven prayers for your dearly departed

Through the sands we raze in the name of Her Grace

Salting soil as we toil o’er land laid to waste

The Orphans of the Greenblood all hid behind their planks

Begged the Mother Rhoyne for mercy and offered up their thanks

But when the goddess of the river met the God of the Drowned

A tidal wave came crashing down on all of Planky Town

The reavers made a promise not to leave the children ‘lone

On ships bound for the Islands, the Orphans found a home

Green river run red with the blood of the martyred

Sing seven prayers for your dearly departed

Through the sands we raze in the name of Her Grace

Salting soil as we toil o’er land laid to waste

Up along the Greenblood where the mighty river parts

The men that manned the banks still had fire in their hearts

A bold golden hand warned that “No Foe May Pass”

But the stand that they made was doomed to be their last

Their fires burned out when the rains came pouring down

In Allyrion’s land, there was no God’s grace to be found

Green river run red with the blood of the martyred

Sing seven prayers for your dearly departed

Through the sands we raze in the name of Her Grace

Salting soil as we toil o’er land laid to waste

Heed this final warning, all you men of the Faith

Or you’ll share the same fate that came down upon the Vaith

The Black Leopard of the Dunes sallied out to show his claws

But when the reavers landed the Leopard forfeited his cause

Tell the Torrentine to tremble, tell the people of the Tor

That the Iron Fleet won’t leave ‘til it reaves every shore

Green river run red with the blood of the martyred

Sing seven prayers for your dearly departed

Through the sands we raze in the name of Her Grace

Salting soil as we toil o’er land laid to waste