Not many a day
until season three,
here we all pray
that good it will be!
by Buckwheat
A Storm of Swords
In nineteen days, the storms unleashed.
The swords will sing and preachers preach.
The Stranger’s here, death stalks the land.
The Warrior’s arms are close at hand.
The Mother’s mercy, seldom found.
The Father’s justice, blood on ground.
The Maid’s innocence, forever lost.
The Crone’s wisdom soon forgot.
The Smith’s skill has been corrupted,
The Seven save us all.
Across the sea, a dragon’s stirring.
Across the sea, a fire is burning.
“Give me liberty or give me death”,
“Dracarys” then, a mortal breath.
Chains are broken, shackles smashed.
A Mother’s love will change the map.
The lion with antlers sits the throne.
The lion who roared now has no home.
The lion who plots has much in store.
The lion who fights, will fight no more.
The lioness stalks,
The lioness schemes.
The lioness roars,
To drown out her dreams.
The little wolves are lost.
The little wolves are scattered.
The Old Gods watch their fate.
The Young Wolf growls,
The wolves still matter.
A debt of blood they have to sate.
The cold winds rise beyond The Wall.
Swords will break and shields will fall.
The Northern Wolf, his heart still black.
The Northern Wolf is coming back.
A legend’s born of a slayer bold.
Birthed in blood and ice and cold.
In nineteen days, the storms unleashed.
The swords will sing and preachers preach.
by TheButcherCrow
A tribute to the S3 trailer
Dig up her bones, but leave her soul alone
King with a broken soul
Heart with a gaping hole
Dark twisted fantasy turned to reality
Kissing death and losing my breath
Midnight hours
Cobble street passages
Forgotten savages, forgotten savages
Dig up her bones, but leave her soul alone
Let her find a way to a better place
Broken dreams and silent screams
Empty castles and voyaging vessels
We found a way to escape this day
Dig up her bones, but leave her soul alone
Lost in the pages of self-made cages
Life slips away and the birds come to play
These are hard times
These are hard times
For dreamers
And love-lost believers
Dig up her bones, but leave her soul alone
Let her find a way to a better place
Broken dreams and silent screams
Empty castles and voyaging vessels
We found a way to escape this day
Royalty creep show
His highs hit a new low
Dreams of seeing her again
Lovely maid of only four-and-ten
Man-made madness
And the romance of sadness
Dangerous dance, that happened by chance
Happened by chance x2
Dig up her bones, but leave her soul alone
Let her x4
Find her way back home
Broken dreams and silent screams
Empty castles and voyaging vessels
We found x3
A way, to escape this day
by Dracarya
Cersei the Dancing Queen
Autumn day and my spirits low
Out among the crowd I go
Where they laugh, jeer and boo
At me they take a swing
They come to feel like kings
Anybody could be that guy
The queen is near and the mood is high
With a bit of rock throwing
Everything is fine
You make the whore queen dance
And when they get that chance
Come see the dancing queen
We’ll make her sweet
No longer seventeen
Dancing queen
Feel the beat from the tambourine
Make her dance
Make her jive
Having the time of your life
See that girl
Watch that scene
Diggin’ the dancing queen
I was a teaser, I turned ‘em on
I left ‘em burning and then was gone
Looking out for another
Anyone will do
Any knight with half a lance (or Moonboy for all I know)
And now they get their chance
Come see the dancing queen
We’ll make her sweet
No longer seventeen
Dancing queen
Feel the beat from the tambourine
Make her dance
Make her jive
Having the time of your life
See that girl
Watch that scene
Diggin’ the dancing queen
by MrsManderly
ATTENTION FOLLOWERS!!!
I have heard some dreadful news
I’m sure you’ll all agree
That Vargo Hoat has been replaced
By someone who can speak!
No lisp? No lisp?!
What are they playing at?
I call my bards to arms
Ready to attack
Another campaign is needed
Like the Peach in the South
To tell HBO that a lisp
Must come out of Vargo’s mouth!
And why he’s been renamed Locke
Is completely beyond me
The fuck, HBO?
I’m ready to give up on season 3
by Dracarya
No Good Deed Goes Unpunished
(scream) Sansa!
(Ned prays a song of the Children of the Forest, in a language long forgotten but remembered in the trees, in the truths buried in Winterfell.)
[ Ned sings]
Eleka nahmen nahmen
Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen
Eleka nahmen nahmen
Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen
Let her blood not be spilled,
Let it not fall like rain!
When they beat her,
Let her not be killed.
Let her bones never speak
No matter how they try
To destroy the Starks
Never let them die!
Never, ever let them die!
Eleka nahmen nahmen
Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen
Eleka nahmen nahmen
Ah tum ah tum eleka: eleka:
What good is this magic?
I don’t even know the Tongue I am speaking!
I am imprisoned with no tricks to try!
Sansa? Where are you?
Are you already dead and bleeding?
My daughter is one more casualty
For me to add to my generous supply:
No good deed goes unpunished
No act of honor goes unresented
No good deed goes unpunished
These are my new family words!
All my good intentions
are like Words in the Wind!
No good deed
Goes unpunished!
Robert.
Lyanna.
Jon Aryn..
Sansa -
My sweet Sansa!
All these bad dreams
Haunt me and it hurts
Too very much too ever mention.
Was I really seeking HONOR?
Or just admiration and attention?
If these were my motives –
When I look with my grey eye -
If this is all my honor is –
If my purposes are selfish - then
Maybe that’s the reason why!
No good deed goes unpunished
All helpful urges should be prevented.
No good deed goes unpunished
(Speaks) This is ill done -
So be it.
Let all the Seven Kingdoms be agreed
I’m a traitor through and through –
If I cannot succeed,
Sansa, in saving you,
I do promise,
( song) “Winter is Coming” –
No good deed
Will I attempt to do again!
Ever again!
No acts of honor
Will I do again!
Never Ever Again!
by evita mgfs
Bring Jon Home
Old Gods of earth,
Hear me pray
On my knees -
Help my boy find his way.
He is blind
He is weak
Don’t take him now
Don’t make him sleep.
He’s like the son I might have known
If Rhaegar’d gifted me his son –
But Winter comes
As summers die –
On and on –
Let Jon fly.
I am dead
And soon gone.
Jon is only a boy –
He needs peace
He needs joy
Don’t just take –
When you can give.
Let Jon be
Let him LIVE
Return him home –
Bring him to me
All is well
In Winterfell
by evita mgfs
Craster and his wives/daughters
“Welcome, you crows –
Eat at my board
But keep in mind
I am the Lord!
Craster owns this house –
This is my domain!
Obey my rules
If you wish to remain.
Master of my digs
Doling out my store –
But you crows remember –
I want more!
Give me that axe –
You are so nice
Now pass the wine –
These are my price.”
by evita mgfs
A crisp morning breeze
Running through the trees, paws soft
What’s not to like, howl…
by Howling Mad
Judging by the reaction that Ned’s death got when the television audience saw that, I think I’m going to go to some part of the world where they have no television when a certain episode airs, and I’ll hide out and they won’t find me at all…I’ll have to hide from the Internet storm as well
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| — | George R. R. Martin on what I’m guessing is the Red Wedding [x] (via dothrakiqueen) |
King Robert
I used to rule the world
Armies rose when I gave the word
Now in the evening I drink alone
Think of life I used to know
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemies eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
“Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!”
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of gold, and that it all bends
I hear the bells of all septs are ringing
And Silent Sisters in choirs are singing
Be my mirror my hammers hangs
Scattered and idle my armies stand
For some reason I can’t explain
Once you know there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world
(IOhhh)
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered kingdoms and the sound of drums
People could not believe what I’d become
Hungry Bloody Lannisters wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
I hear the bells of all septs are ringing
And Silent Sisters in choirs are singing
Be my mirror my hammers hangs
Fattened and idle my armies now stand
For some reason I can’t explain
Once you know there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)
by A Free Shadow
