All language subtitles for 01 The Old Way

EURON GREYJOY: All across the lron lslands
men sit around driftwood fires

and drink to the Old Way.

When the ironborn were feared
wherever the waves were heard,

when our strength was in our ships,
not our stories.

l don't blame them.

Drinking to the Old Way
is easier than living it.

Our ancestors took to the sea
because the lron lslands were shit

without the crops that grow from it.

Thirty cold wet rocks off
the coast of Westeros,

and a dozen more clustered around
the lonely light deep in the Sunset Sea.

But, hard places breed hard men.

The First Men feared the sea,
they had walked to Westeros,

and even their fishermen
never left sight of shore.

How l wish l could have seen
the face of the first watchmen

to see our ships climb over the horizon.

He was not the last.

No matter how dark the night,
or how high the waves,

come dawn our prows cut through
the morning mist

and struck the beaches and riverbanks.

Before the sun reached its height,
we vanished again into the sea.

Our longships filled with gold, food,
scared children, and sobbing women.

For thousands of years the ironborn reaved
up and down the Sunset Sea,

driving the men of the green lands far inland,

or into walled castles
where they paid us tribute.

ln the depth of winter we feasted,

while the men who had planted
and harvested crops starved.

-(METAL CLANGlNG)
-Their sons worked our mines,

and their daughters warmed our beds.

Stories claim that the Old Way died

with Harren the Black
and his sons in Harrenhal.

Our ships and axes
were no match for Aegon's dragons,

so our ancestors bent their steel
into fish hooks,

and our kingdom into villages.

And started telling
the red tales around the fire

of how we used to be strong.

And how one day we'd be so again.

Generations later,
a young boy listened to them.

Dalton Greyjoy, the wild young heir to Pyke

was rowing at five and reaving at 10

in the Basilisk lsles with his uncle.

By 14, Dalton had sailed as far as Old Ghis,
fought in a dozen battles,

and claimed four salt wives.

ln his 15th year,
he avenged his uncle's death in battle.

But he took a dozen wounds
and emerged from the fight

drenched head to heel in blood.

From that day forth,
men called him the Red Kraken.

During the Dance of Dragons,

the Red Kraken picked the side
that was fighting the Lannisters,

and fell upon the Westerlands
while the Lannisters were off at war.

Casterly Rock itself proved too strong

once the lady of the castle
barred its gates,

but the ironborn burned the Lannister fleet,

and sacked Lannisport,
carrying off gold, grain,

and hundreds of women and girls.

lncluding Lord Lannister's favorite mistress,
and all of his bastards.

The Red Kraken now ruled the Sunset Sea
as his forebears had.

And his longships again brought the Old Way
to the coast of Westeros.

But then the war ended,
and the mainland armies came home.

The lron Throne commanded
the Red Kraken to stop reaving.

And when he didn't,

a mistress opened his throat as he slept.

While his sons squabbled,

the Lannisters sent their soldiers
to the lron lslands.

Thousands of men, women, and children
were put to the sword.

And scores of villages,
and hundreds of longships

were put to the torch.

The glorious return to the Old Way
had lasted almost two years.

My brother vowed to return us
to the old ways

while he sat on the Salt Throne

and sent our reavers
to the shores of Westeros.

Just as he remembered
from the stories he heard as a child.

An old way for an old man.

But while he listened to the stories,
l lived them.

lt was never the Old Way to me.

lt was the only way.