Woorden: The Sword. To Take The Black.

Cast out from the lands of their births
Banished from hearth and home
All brothers must swear the oath
Forsaking all they've known

If you choose to take the black
Bid farewell to comforts great and small
Those who do, don't come back
Prepare yourself for life on the wall

Night gathers and the watch begins
The wind carries an unnatural chill
There are things beyond the northern borders
Mere steel can't kill

Men who choose to take the black
Rogues and rangers, one and all
Those who do, won't come back
Prepare yourself for life on the wall