In the North lies a land, One must travel to. Through the frontiers of our great lands, to a proud place called Castle Rouge.
A great tower protecting our frontiers, for you may see none as tall, nor none as old as Castle Rouge.
A great keystone of the land, From the Baronies and lands south, we gather in the ancient red tower, and rally under the Sun and Moon in Castle Rouge.
And from the Inn of the North, To the Red Keep of the North, We toast and cheer to Castle Rouge