Ein ungleiches Paar,
der Wolf und der Stier,
sie ist nun weit weg,
und er ist noch hier.

by Winter’s Lady

Ich kenne ein Mädchen, jung und sehr klein,
die Nadel es nennt das Schwertchen sein,
ich hab’ es gern von ganzem Herz,
es bringt mir Spaß und ein bisschen Schmerz -
"Warum?" fragen Sie, jetzt hört mein Lied:
sie ist eine Dame, und ich nur ein Schmied.

by Buckwheat

My Boy Gendry Makes Weapons

My boy makes weapons with hammers and nails
He doesn’t build ships, he has no use for sails
He doesn’t make tables, dresses or chairs
He can’t carve a whistle ‘cause he just doesn’t care

My boy makes weapons for the rich and the poor
Kings and queens have all knocked on his door
Beggars and liars, gypsies and thieves
They all come to him ‘cause he’s so eager to please

My boy makes weapons, he makes them all day
But it’s not just for work and it isn’t for play
He’s made one for himself
One for me too
One of these days he’ll make one for you

My boy makes weapons for better or worse
Some say its a blessing, some say its a curse
He fits them together in sunshine or rain
Each one is unique, no two are the same

My boy makes weapons and I think it’s a shame
That when eachones been made, he can’t see it again
He crafts everyone with love and repair
Then its thrust in a man and it just isn’t fair

My boy makes weapons, he makes them all day
But it’s not just for work and it isn’t for play
He’s made one for himself
One for me too
One of these days he’ll make one for you

by Dracarya 

There was one day
And I was in it
The sun was painting
Yellow shapes
On darkening ground

And once, just once,
I raised my eyes
And seen her
Her figure with a yellow shape
Was getting drawn around

It was one moment
That has taken
From me
All what I had, I could have had,
Or ever have.

But there was not a thing
I could have taken
With me
The moment when I turned
And let her pass.

by DR Supporter

Bastard Bastards

They say that bastards all are born
With hearts of empty holes
They say they live a vile life
With venom in their souls

But I still gave my life to help
The realm and guard the Wall
Call me all the names you will
I’m the truest Stark of all

There is no venom in our souls
The venom’s in our hands
Our father passed it down to us
To defend the Martell lands

I only wish to do some good
Though hopeless to get done
Still I’ll try, unaware that I’m
The dead king’s eldest son

Bastards’ souls are just the same
Though our manner may be rough
It’s just this bitter place we live
We need to grow up tough

So to all the bastard bastards
Especially that Bolton git
We’re asking nicely, stop it now
You make us look like shit

by Silver Spearwife

Days go by
And I still wonder why
I wonder why the wolf didn’t fall for the bull
They like each other, I will get it into their skull

The red sun rises in the east
The newly-baked asassin in the midst
While back in the West
Brotherhood put a new recruit to the test

What fate has in store for them,
I cannot help but wonder,
But one thing is for certain
They won’t be torn asunder.

by DR Supporter


I do not have gentle heart
For blood I have a thirst
And when my dragons are grown
We will burn you first

They say I’m half a man
They tell such terrible tales
But they never say how without me
The battle might have failed

They call him the young wolf
They say he can’t be killed
These high lords cannot deny that
At commanding he is skilled

You are wildling to the bone
You call me a crow
But you were right when you said
You know nothing, Jon Snow

Sing, little bird
Sing me a song
Tell me your courtesies
Don’t get them wrong

A bastard’s sort of honour
How is that different from yours?
You wouldn’t know my mother but
I’ve come far for a whelp of a whore.

Never forget what you are
For surely the world will not
Take it, use it, armour yourself in it
So the rest of the world can rot.

by Dracarya

Great skill is needed for his craft;Everyone is not fit for it.Name of his proud father he may not wear,Daring and strength, though, he got from him -Really the thing he wants in his life: a wolf girl …You will get her back, boy.
by Buckwheat

Great skill is needed for his craft;
Everyone is not fit for it.
Name of his proud father he may not wear,
Daring and strength, though, he got from him -
Really the thing he wants in his life: a wolf girl …
You will get her back, boy.

by Buckwheat


Curse the lions who wanted my bones
Curse the wolves and their ladies of stone
They murder and rape and burn all the fields
I can only find solace in my swords and my shields
And all I ever wanted to know
Is where oh where did my father go?

by Silver Spearwife


I’m so confused
I just want to make tools
I don’t know how I befriended such childish fools
The goat is coming, that’s just an excuse
So I’ll become a communist and start tying a frey noose

by Gingerly Grumkin

Tywin, I never thought I’d say this about you…

Tywin, I never thought I’d say this about you…

Images from episode 4, “Garden of Bones”

Arya, Gendry and Hot Pie go towards Harrenhall with Lannister soldiers, including the Mountain and some of his men, like Ser Armory Loch.

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“My lady?” boy looked embarrassed. “I’m Edric Dayne, the… the Lord of Starfall.”

Behind them, Gendry groaned. “Lords and ladies,” he proclaimed in a disgusted tone. Arya plucked a withered crabapple off a passing branch and whipped it at him, bouncing it off his thick bull head. “Ow,” he said. “That hurt.” He felt the skin above his eye. “What kind of lady throws crabapples at people?”

“The bad kind,” said Arya, suddenly contrite.

Ice and Fire Matchmaker

Many people want to play Ice & Fire matchmaker
Some I could see working, and others absurder
I doubt most will happen though, George’s world is so somber

I have many problems with Sansa and a fake Arryn Harry
But better then the Hound, talk about scary
I’m ok with Tyrion, she’s already married
Or mayhaps Aegon, a Targ who’s pretending

The Kingslayer is gonna wind up with Brienne
When they had bathed, Ser caught an erection
His girls fighting a bear, Jaime aint leavin
And BWB saw the Beauty wet dreamin

I do not think Bran will find any to sleep with
Mayhaps Meera, if she turns a little treeish
Rickon’s still a baby, wont give Osha a big kiss
Or she’ll kiss him, help out Shaggydog’s instincts

Gendry is too old for Arya, and a bastard at it
But it sound’s much better then Jon Snow, which is just sick
Arya is much like Lyanna, “fuck marriage”, you know it
Or my wolf girl turns crazy, her name’s Arya Bolton

Apro-po Snow
Where will he go
Mel and Val look real good fo’show
But should marry his Aunt, take Targaryen road 

By Ndrew of Typhgarian