Twas the night before Weaselmas, in Harren’s house Not a creature was stirring (except for one mouse) The captives were hung on the gibbet with care, In hopes that Lord Tywin would pay a fair share Pretty Pia was busy, in somebody’s bed, While visions of slaughter danced in my head In the kitchen was Hot Pie, whom I wanted to slap Gendry was silent, taking some sort of nap. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, On the hearing of horns and the snap of a lash A prisoner column was marched through the gate Beaten and bleeding, a horrible fate Then, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a lord on a zorse with a lisp and a leer Plus his monsterous gang who’d kill for a groat I knew in a moment it must be The Goat Like rats to a nest, the foragers came As he mumbled and muttered and called them by name: “Now fighters, now Biter, now Zollo and Rorge, On japers, on rapers, on skinners and more ! Off the the dungeons the prisoners go And Amory Lorch can sup on some crow !” The Mummers passed by, and the captives went forth I pondered my duty to the King In The North When out of the shadows a man pulled me close by Jaqen H’Ghar looking hungry and sly “Gods are not mocked, nor ignored, nor defamed They’re also impatient, a man needs a third name.” I wanted more names, more people to slay Jaqen would not help, but I soon found the way “Jaqen H’Ghar is name number three, Help me with others, or else cease to be” He grudingly bent, and called me “evil child” Though I think I’m just northern and wolfish and wild Down to the kitchens for scalding hot broth Then breaking the cages, where the northmen were wroth Lord Glover once asked how we freed all his troops They pointed at me and said “Weasel Soup”. The life debt was balanced, the gods had their pay I released Jaqen, but wished him to stay Jaqen said “sorry, but this is farewell A man has his duties, a girl has Winterfell A girl has proved herself worthy and won This coin of great value, she needs only one It is not meant for the buying of horses, but invoke it at need with Bravvosi forces.” A faceless Lorathi and Harrenhal’s Ghost Had taken a castle without any host With that moment of smiling, and a sign of respect I knew he’d be gone before anyone checked, So now with the terms of our parting arranged, with a wave of his hand, Jaqen’s face changed And I heard him exclaim, as he strode out of sight — “Valar Morghulis, and to all a Long Night !”
by Pod the Impaler

Twas the night before Weaselmas, in Harren’s house
Not a creature was stirring (except for one mouse)

The captives were hung on the gibbet with care,
In hopes that Lord Tywin would pay a fair share

Pretty Pia was busy, in somebody’s bed,
While visions of slaughter danced in my head

In the kitchen was Hot Pie, whom I wanted to slap
Gendry was silent, taking some sort of nap.



When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,
On the hearing of horns and the snap of a lash

A prisoner column was marched through the gate
Beaten and bleeding, a horrible fate

Then, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a lord on a zorse with a lisp and a leer



Plus his monsterous gang who’d kill for a groat
I knew in a moment it must be The Goat

Like rats to a nest, the foragers came
As he mumbled and muttered and called them by name:

“Now fighters, now Biter, now Zollo and Rorge,
On japers, on rapers, on skinners and more !

Off the the dungeons the prisoners go
And Amory Lorch can sup on some crow !”



The Mummers passed by, and the captives went forth
I pondered my duty to the King In The North

When out of the shadows a man pulled me close by
Jaqen H’Ghar looking hungry and sly

“Gods are not mocked, nor ignored, nor defamed
They’re also impatient, a man needs a third name.”

I wanted more names, more people to slay
Jaqen would not help, but I soon found the way



“Jaqen H’Ghar is name number three,
Help me with others, or else cease to be”

He grudingly bent, and called me “evil child”
Though I think I’m just northern and wolfish and wild

Down to the kitchens for scalding hot broth
Then breaking the cages, where the northmen were wroth

Lord Glover once asked how we freed all his troops
They pointed at me and said “Weasel Soup”.



The life debt was balanced, the gods had their pay
I released Jaqen, but wished him to stay

Jaqen said “sorry, but this is farewell
A man has his duties, a girl has Winterfell

A girl has proved herself worthy and won
This coin of great value, she needs only one

It is not meant for the buying of horses,
but invoke it at need with Bravvosi forces.”



A faceless Lorathi and Harrenhal’s Ghost
Had taken a castle without any host

With that moment of smiling, and a sign of respect
I knew he’d be gone before anyone checked,

So now with the terms of our parting arranged,
with a wave of his hand, Jaqen’s face changed

And I heard him exclaim, as he strode out of sight —
“Valar Morghulis, and to all a Long Night !”

by Pod the Impaler

“MOTHER DEAR STARK”

Ugh!  Just see all the undead people!
Ugh!  Just see all those creepy people!

Lady Catelyn holds a blade to the throat of a fool called J. Frey.
She makes them pay.

Mother Dear Stark is then cut with a sharp knife against her bare throat.
Her corpse does float!

All the undead people.
Why do they look so glum?

All the ghostly people.
Go back to where you’re from!

Dead Lady Stoneheart rises up after Beric’s hot kiss on her lips.
No funny quips!

Lord Dondarion is just as dead but he keeps his own name.
Is this a game?

All the undead people.
Why do they look so glum?

All the ghostly people.
Go back to where you’re from!

Ugh!  Just see all the undead people!
Ugh!  Just see all those creepy people!

Jaqen H’ghar changes his face with magic through a god with a long name.
He’s not the same.

Sandor Clegane once was a dog who served a king who called him the Hound.
Has he been found?

All the undead people.
Why do they look so glum?

All the ghostly people.
Go back to where you’re from!


by evita mgfs

Valar Rhymaris.

Oh, yeah
Oh!

Just change up your face
If it feels tight
Pointy end to the heart
If you feel like
And take me away and make it OK
I swear I’ll behave

I wanted control
Three lives were taken
Take me north to Snow
Now I make it
You say I’m a kid
My honor’s not big
I don’t give a shit
And it goes like this

Saved you from the fire
And I’ll know you
You’ll kill for me like Dire
And I’ll show you

All the moves like Jaqen
I’ve got the moves like Jaqen
I’ve got the moves like Jaqen

I don’t need to try to control you
Got three more lives till I won’t own you

With them moves like Jaqen
I’ve got the moves like Jaqen
I’ve got the moves like Jaqen

Life it’s hard
Will you leave Chiswyck broken and scarred
Nothing feels right
Until you kill Weese
Set the soldiers free
Then you get the key

Oh
Here’s an Iron coin
We can ride out
Braavos if I want
My mom I insist
You want to leave the place
So you switch up your face
I’ll take it from here (Oh! Yeah yeah!)
And it goes like this (Uh)

Saved you from the fire
And I’ll know you
You’ll kill for me like Dire
And I’ll show you

All the moves like Jaqen
I’ve got the moves like Jaqen
I’ve got the moves like Jaqen

I don’t need to try to control you
Got three more lives till I won’t own you

With them moves like Jaqen
I’ve got the moves like Jaqen
I’ve got the moves like Jaqen

Life it’s hard
Will you leave Chiswyck broken and scarred
Nothing feels right
Until you kill Weese
Set the soldiers free
Then you get the key

(I got lazy, no third verse, sorry)

by Gingerly Grumkin

They tried to make me vouch for R’hllor but I said ‘no, no, no’
Yes I have said ‘we owe him a debt of blood, blood, blood
The girl will speak the name and a man will make him pay’
(although not due to R’hllor but to the Many-Faced God God God)

I’d rather kill a novice Pate
Before he gets a maester’s chain
Cause there’s something
There’s something in the Citadel
I’m going to get, this way or another

Instead of answering duty’s call
I am stuck with Arya in Harrenhal

They tried to make me vouch for R’hllor but I said ‘no, no, no’
Yes I have said ‘we owe him a debt of blood, blood, blood
The girl will speak the name and a man will make him pay’
(although not due to R’hllor but to the Many-Faced God God God)

A man said ‘whisper a name if you fear’
A girl then got an idea
She wanted, she wanted to have man killed
but a man did feel there is hope still
He said ‘let’s throw them in a loop
and make breathtaking weasel soup’

They tried to make me vouch for R’hllor but I said ‘no, no, no’
Yes I have said ‘we owe him a debt of blood, blood, blood’

A men will change his face again
In order to cease someone’s pain
The girl gonna spend ten weeks
training under a Kindly Men

Don’t trust in portcullis
Because Valar Morghulis

They tried to make me vouch for R’hllor but I said ‘no, no, no’
Yes I have said ‘we owe him a debt of blood, blood, blood
The girl will speak the name and a man will make him pay’
(although not due to R’hllor but to the Many-Faced God God God)

by Shagwell-the-funny-foe

Wolf Girl

Wolf girl wolf girl come out and play
I am no one, not today
Wolf girl wolf girl come out to play
I am no one, not today

Wolf girl wolf girl why do you hide
To forget, to learn, to lie
Wolf girl wolf girl why do you hide
To forget, to learn, to lie

Wolf girl wolf girl what shall you do
Illyn, Meryn, Queen Cersei, Dunsen, Raff
Wolf girl wolf girl what shall you do
Illyn, Meryn, Queen Cersei, Dunsen, Raff

Wolf girl wolf girl where shall you go
No where, I am no one, home
Wolf girl wolf girl where shall you go
No where, I am no one, home

Wolf girl wolf girl come out and play
I am no one, not today
Wolf girl wolf girl come out to play
I am no one, not today

by Howling4Reed

Valar Morghulis

Valar Morghulis

Kids these days…

Arya in the promo of episode 5, “The Ghost of Harrenhal

Arya’s Pack - Jaqen again!

Arya of house Stark, beautiful, a starling
Jaqen H’ghar says, come here my darling.
Give me three names, people you want dead
I promise, I promise
to do what was said.

by TomBombadil

Arya’s Pack (please don’t kill me, I swear I won’t do any more of these)

Jaqen H’ghar

Boy, nice boy, oh boy, 
Come here, boy! 
I’ll exhange your coin to a better one,
Boy you are unruly
Don’t get hot, 
Or you will learn 
What does it mean
Valar Morghulis!

You can hide in bed, but you’ll just die in bed.

Cause you’re always in debt, you own your life to death.

Boy, nice boy, oh boy! 
Come boy! 
Breeze it, easy does it. 
I change my face like it is nothing.

Do you want to know? You’re scared?
Than go man, go, 
But not like a shy pup, try and dare
To play it cool and learn from me
That all must serve!


Cause you’re always in debt, you own your life to death.

By A Free Shadow