The King In The North

The eldest son of the Starks

Rides now to a wedding day

Against the tugging of his heart

To fulfill the oath he had betrayed

For the North

For this war

For his quest

To bring his family

For all the men who have died

And all now at his side

He'll brave the storm

And swallow his pride

The lady asks for the wine

She'll not take a chance on her eldest son's life

Her sons are now lost

The old lord said "I'll give you what is mine."

And then Edmure took vows with his wife

So the crossbows rang out, piercing flesh

"No!" the mother cried

"Mercy! Mercy! Mercy for my son!"

Vengeance takes us all

Across the world the ravens take to wing (dark wings bring dark words)

Spreading the word, the bloody death of a king (The King in the North)

This blasphemy, is it real or just a dream? (the crowning of the wolf)

The bards shall sing, tale of the Red Wedding

The future of the Seven Kingdoms

Depends on this wedding day

Something devious beats within the drums

In the great hall of Lord Walder Frey

The lady takes life for a life

Spilling blood from the young boy's neck

But the old lord cares not

In madness she gouges out her eyes

Before cold steel cuts and blood stains her dress

But now the rains weep o'er his hall

With no one there to hear

Yes now the rain weeps o'er his hall

And not a soul to hear

And not a soul to hear...