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The King in The North
04:15
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Chorus:
Sound the horns.
Send forth your bannermen.
Armor and saddles and to the door:
the King in the North goes to war.
Winter is coming.
The lion would have us running
but we will stand to fight.
We'll stand to fight.
The lion has it's teeth and claws
but we know ours is the better cause.
We'll come at them with all our might.
Oh they will see how a wolf pack fights.
Chorus
The wolf is young but he is strong and true.
The way is long but we'll see it through.
We do not cut and run- we are Northern men,
and the lion will learn to fear us again.
Chorus
Winter is coming.
The lion would have us running
but we will stand to fight.
We'll stand to fight.
The lion has it's teeth and claws
but we know ours is the better cause.
We'll come at them with all our might.
Oh they will see how a wolf pack fights.
Chorus
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Sing for my supper.
Sing for my lover.
For the boy who's made me his toy.
Who's made a joke of my old joy.
Chorus:
And it was a stupid, stupid girl
that came to this world.
Thinking of her golden knight,
her prince with shining cloak of white.
Believing that the songs were right,
but songs are only lies for children.
Rape is for women.
Rape me of my innocence.
Take away my childishness.
Leave me nothing.
Leave me crushed.
Leave me to return to dust.
And I keep my eyes down.
I try not not to frown.
Try not to cry before them.
Still have to pretend that I adore him.
Off with my father's head,
my beloved said.
“Mercy, mercy,” I pled
He made me look at it, rotting, mounted on a pike.
Mercy. Yeah That sounds about right.
And I have to sing for my supper.
Sing for the boy who killed my father.
For the boy who's made me into his toy.
Who's made a joke of my old joy.
Someday I'll fly away,
someday I'll escape this cage even if it means death.
Every note of every song another wasted breath.
Chorus
Someday I'll fly away,
someday I'll escape this cage even if it means death.
Every note of every song another wasted breath.
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Gods be good. Gods be kind.
Gods, don't make me laugh;
don't make me lose my mind.
Show me the path I must walk
and do not let me stumble in the dark places that lie ahead.
Let me be of use to the one son remaining me.
Let me not live to see another child dead.
I've never been bloodthirsty before.
Never had reason to thirst it.
But if it would bring my babes back
I would rip your throat out in a second.
Ned always said that the man
who passes the sentence should swing the blade,
though he never took any joy in the duty.
But I would, oh, yes. I would turn that blade.
And it's because of men like you that my children are dead;
that my bed lies cold to me.
It's men like you , who thirst for blood as soon as for wine-
that I am laid low; that I must put iron in my spine.
But I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings.
There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.
There is a wight that used to be love.
There is a wight that used to be love.
Gods be good. Gods be kind.
Gods, don't make me laugh;
don't make me lose my mind.
I am hanging by a thread but I will not- I cannot- let go.
A mother shouldn't live to see her children buried,
and I would give any-any-anything to let it not be so.
I cannot- I will not- let them go.
Ned always said that the man
who passes the sentence should swing the blade,
though he never took any joy in the duty.
But I would, oh, yes. I would turn that blade.
And it's because of men like you that my children are dead;
that my bed lies cold to me.
It's men like you , who thirst for blood as soon as for wine-
that I am laid low; that I must put iron in my spine.
But I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings.
There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.
There is a wight that used to be love.
There is a wight that used to be love.
I am a mother and I am a mother and I am a mother
oh I am a mother and now
my children are all for the ground.
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4. |
Northern Lullaby
03:15
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Sleep now my son.
Go to sleep.
Winter is coming,
it's claws digging deep.
But the hearth is warm.
The furs are tight.
My son it is safe
to sleep tonight.
Children of summer,
born of the spring,
often think
they can weather anything.
Mother knows best.
Mother prays longest.
Father is good,
but mother must be strongest...
All your brother to bury.
All your sisters who never even cried.
But my son you will live-
You must survive.
No...
Please, I don't mean...
Smile for me darling-
don't let me make you cry.
Sleep now my son.
Go to sleep.
Winter is coming,
it's claws digging deep.
But the hearth is warm.
My arms clutch you tight.
I will not let
death take you tonight.
Smile for me darling-
don't let me make you cry.
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5. |
Red Wedding
03:32
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**SPOILERS for book 3 and/or season 3, episode 9**
For shame. For shame.
We broke bread in your name.
For shame. For shame.
We broke bread in your name.
Chorus:
Red wedding. Red wedding.
Blood stains the rushes.
Red wedding. Red wedding.
Oh and oh! how it gushes...
A lion calls. The king falls.
A grey wind at the door.
A lion calls. The king falls.
And oh! so many more...
Chorus
Brothers and brothers and brothers,
what have you done?
Oh the lion's way is the cowards way.
He roars in the day but at night he has his fun.
For shame. For shame.
We broke bread in your name.
For shame. For shame.
We broke bread in your name.
The day is dark.
The blood stark-
oh the Young Wolf and his men.
His widow left.
The North bereft.
The one they loved lost to death.
The one they loved lost to death.
Chorus
A lion calls. The king falls.
A grey wind at the door.
A lion calls. The king falls.
And oh! so many more...
Chorus
Oh and oh! how it gushes...
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I am stormborn.
Built for the Iron Throne.
And maybe defeat is known
but not to me.
Danaerys Targaryen,
I am the blood of the dragon.
Rightful queen of Westeros,
I free the noose from round your throats.
With fire and blood,
I will take back what is mine.
With fire and blood
you will pay for your crimes.
You will pay.
The dragon will have it's day.
The dragon will have it's day.
Khalisee. Mhysa.
I am known by many names.
Slavers all along the Narrow Sea-
I will not have any of your games.
I claim each man, woman and child
as under my protection.
With no exception, I guarantee:
under my rule you will all be free.
Because I am stormborn.
Built for the Iron Throne.
And maybe defeat is known
but not to me.
Danaerys Targaryen,
I am the blood of the dragon.
Rightful queen of Westeros,
I free the noose from round your throats.
With fire and blood,
I will take back what is mine.
With fire and blood
you will pay for your crimes.
You will pay.
The dragon will have it's day.
The dragon will have it's day.
With fire and blood,
with fire and blood,
oh with fire and blood and bone-
the dragon makes her way home.
the dragon makes her way home.
oh the dragon makes her way home.
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