A Song from Westeros

They play their games

This lords and dames

Flawed and inbred

Wine, meat and bread

None is here left

Must turn to theft

Honor

Valor

And death

A brave man’s final breath

A pup one day

Merry and gay

Turned apt wolfskin

By their wineskin

Become a Ser

Learn to err

Cur

Fur

And cowards

The men moving forward

One from the wall

Always stands tall

Never to fall

Heeding the call

Dwarf or mountain

Bastard or thane

Stone cold

Men old

And hopes gone

The deed of men are done

Tarly, Stark, or Snow

The Others know

Gods new and old

Favor the bold

Fire and blood

Fighting on mud

History

Mystery

And murder

Honest men go under

Iron is bent

Rusted and spent

Wrought by the dead

Steel black and red

Oar of summer

Blade of winter

Fingers

Trident

And Kingsroad

Rather shorter than broad

Yes, hear me roar

Using the boar

For the crowned stag

Vile wretched hag

Brotherly love

Peace bearing dove

North

South

And Forgotten

Men lie there still, rotten

Ice bearing down

Fire to crown

Longswords and spears

Worst of their fears

Come by the sea

Dothraki glee

Horses

Men

And whores

Win and the game is yours

This game of thrones

Cleans meat from bones

You win or die

No chance to fly

Kings and fools

Things and tools