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.
All the Valyrians during the doom They do the dragon dance, don’cha know? If they move too quick (Oh-Way-Oh) They’re falling down like a domino
And the Blackfyre man by the trial He got the money on a bet Gold dragons (Oh-Way-Oh) They snap their teeth on wild Ygritte
Essos types with their hookah pipes sing: Way-oh-way-oh-way-ooo-aaa-ooo… Walk like a Targaryen.
The bed slaves with their wild ways Spin around and they cross the floor. They’ve got the moves (Oh-Way-Oh) You drop your drink then they bring you more
All the apprentices so sick of rooks They’d like to punk in the shadow lands When the Blue Bard sings (Oh-Way-Oh) They’re walking like a Targaryen
All the kids in the fleabottom say: Way-oh-way-oh-way-ooo-aaa-ooo… Walk like a Targaryen.
Slide your feet up the streets Bend your back Shift your arm then you pull it back Like Visenya O (Oh-Way-Oh) So strike a pose on a dragon’s back
If you want to find all the knights, They’re hanging out with the tavern slop. They sing and dance (Oh-Way-Oh) They spin their cloaks and cruise on down the block
All the Wildlings with their kin The Watch boys call the giants in The Dornish know (Oh-Way-Oh) They walk along like Targaryens
All the Watch in the ice tunnel stop hey: Way-oh-way-oh-way-ooo-aaa-ooo… Walk like a Targaryen Walk like a Targaryen
I knew a man once, Donal Noye. A smith he was by trade. He made King Robert’s hammer and King Stannis’ first blade. But it’s not for this he’ll be remembered, my tale begins when he’s dismembered. He lost an arm and took the black (which says all that my words do lack).
He worked and toiled and shaped the steel to give the Night’s Watch blades to wield. But when war came to Castle Black, Donal Noye faced down the attack. Mormont dead, the watch in tatters, to Donal Noye, this did not matter. “We’ll hold The Wall” was all he thought, and hold they did, but at a cost.
The gate below had been breached and must needs be defended. If Mance got through the tunnel then The Night’s Watch was ended. Without hesitation, Donal knew his place. He went below to face the foe, and a mighty foe he’d face.
Mag the Mighty. Last of the giants. This was Donal’s task. As he slew is comrades left and right, the one-armed smith stood fast.
The giant grabbed brave Donal, the smith took his last breath. And with a final effort, he gave the gift of death. For his steel slew Mag the mighty, the fearsome giant king. Now his watch has ended, for Donal Noye we sing.
Dashing through the snow, in a black cloak every day, along the Wall we go, freezing all the way, Horns three blows they bring, with them comes the first wight, What fun it is to fight and die at my sworn post tonight…
Oh, seven hells, seven hells I can’t get away Oh, what fun it is to die while high lords feast away, Oh, seven hells, seven hells I can’t get away Oh, what fun it is to die while high lords feast away
A day or two ago I thought I’d take a ride And soon a Moletown whore Was seated by my side The girl was lean and lank Misfortune seemed her lot We got caught by Bowen Marsh who now wants my head chopped
Oh, seven hells, seven hells I can’t get away Oh, what fun it is to die while high lords feast away, Oh, seven hells, seven hells I can’t get away Oh, what fun it is to die while high lords feast away,
Free Folk roasting on an open fire Others lurk beyond the Wall Brothers plan and they conspire For their commander Snow to fall
And nobody knows why Patchface says “I know, I know” Or if Mel’s prophesies are right Undead wights with their eyes all aglow Are rising from their graves tonight
The Great Other’s on his way He’ll bring his frozen armies south to slay And every living thing is gonna cry Because they know that soon they all are gonna die
And so I’m offering this simple phrase To folks from one to ninety-two Although it’s been said Many times, many ways Winter’s coming to you
Mind strong, body strong Try to find equilibrium Draw swords, fight’s on They were waiting for too long
And some will lean on the waves And feel the fear accumulate I think of you in starless skies It keeps me so alive
Let’s fight Ice with Fire together Save all Men til the Dornish Sands
Fight for our place Our lives at stake Seems like the sound of Winter The bleeding love, the luckless escape You can’t depend just on yourself When your hear sounds of Winter
Cruel smiles upon their lips Frozen arms and fingertips Deadly fights, no recompense It’s what we swore, until the end
Let’s fight Ice with Fire together Save all Men til the Dornish Sands
Fight for our place Our lives at stake Seems like the sound of Winter The bleeding love, the luckless escape You can’t depend just on yourself When your hear sounds of Winter
Featuring the NIGHT’S WATCH and MANCE RAYDER JON SNOW, MAESTER AEMON, ALISER THORNE, RED ALYN, PYP, and RAST
(Night’s Watch gathered at the Wall, preparing to battle the Wildlings)
MEMBERS OF THE NIGHT’S WATCH (who can sing) The Night’s Watch vows to serve the realms of men. Let the free folk come in legions. They will be ill-met. Keep faith in yourselves dear, And do not fear! Don’t back down so they Will never forget. Now the war begins. If we should die In the fight; let it be. We will spit in their eye Just to be Free folk free. If they come, We’ll be there!
MANCE RAYDER (From off stage, at base of the Wall) You crows on the Wall, We plan to climb up to fight On this dark night. This is no lie Surrender now or Prepare to die!
DONAL NOYE Ignore their warnings and their lies! They will see The Night Watch rise!
MEMBERS OF THE NIGHT’S WATCH (who can sing) Ignore their warnings and their lies! They will see The Night’s Watch rise! Ignore their warnings and their lies! They will see The Night’s Watch rise!
DONAL NOYE Jon’s back!
JON SNOW Listen, my brothers. I have done as Qhorin said. I have been to enemy lines. I have counted each man. I will share what I can: Please be warned! They have numbers to spare. The wildling threat is real. Prepare to fight with steel We must make them heel.
MAESTER AEMON Have a heart! If we know what their movements are, We will tear them apart.
JON SNOW They lack discipline When they fight. We shall subdue their power. I am privy to their plans. They will attack tonight At an appointed hour. They will start a proper fight. Take the Wall by force. We need all our might.
ALISER THORNE Liar! Good evening, Lord Jon Snow. Chilly evening, bastard dear. I know this warg, my brothers. He’s the King of the Others! Sweet Lord Snow! Don’t believe a word he says. Because it’s not true, I know! He is TURRNCLOAK! Yes, YOU! I know what we must do!
DONAL NOYE Shut it! As we do know To the other side he did go. Now together we must fight. Together we have some bite! Never kick a dog Because he’s just a pup. Together we must fight And we won’t give up~! The Wildlings best run for cover When the pup grows up!
PYP Donal, you’re first class!
RAST But what to do With a snake in the grass? Take the bastard, take him! To the Wall up there. The hour is late. Later, we decide Snow’s fate.
HAIRY HAL Take the bastard now and kill him!
RED ALYN Let us watch the dragon dance!
JON SNOW You’d have done the same, brothers If Qhorin gave you the chance. Kill me now or kill me later – Go on! Have your sport! Death to me the traitor. I defy your crow court!
MAESTER AEMON Though all may not survive here. Our vows will never die.
HAIRY HAL We can ask him why He became a wildling spy.
RAST Take Jon Snow! Drag him through. We have work we must do
Sung by Maester Aemon, Jon Snow, Donal Noye, Dolorous Edd Tollett, and the Men of the Night’s Watch
(Before the Wall, the barricade to keep the Wildling’s from crossing. This is the night before the big wildling rush for the Wall)
MAESTER AEMON Do you hear the Night Watch sing? Reciting the vows of Honest Men. It is the rhyme of the brave crows Who will all march North again.
When the crow vows in your heart Pound like the song of angry drums We are about to play our part When tomorrow comes.
DONAL NOYE We will guard the barricade Brothers! Get up and stand with me! We will stop the Wildling crusade They’re end you all will see.
JON SNOW Come join our might On this night We fight to be free!
ALL MEN OF NIGHT’S WATCH Do you hear the Night Watch sing? Reciting the vows of Honest Men. It is the rhyme of the brave crows Who will all march North again.
When the crow vows in your heart Pound like the song of angry drums We are about to play our part When tomorrow comes.
DOLOROUS EDD TOLLETT Will you die so men can live? Will you be willing to take the chance? Are you ready your life to give? Come on, crows, let’s advance! We will make the dragons dance!
ALL MEN OF NIGHT’S WATCH Do you hear the Night Watch sing? Reciting the vows of Honest Men. It is the rhyme of the brave crows Who will all march North again.
When the crow vows in your heart Pound like the song of angry drums We are about to play our part When tomorrow comes.
Ah, the Heresy threads have me wondering: if Jon is really Winter’s end or ally the cause of the Watch is faltering - a King of Winter may rise instead of Azor Ahai.
In my head I am already gone All roads snowed up, decisions decided on But in my nights there are restless hours When hours just go down and nothing else comes up
And the only thing we know Is it’s getting dark, get ready to go And the only thing we see Are the last lights of the day
And if you’re too tired Go to sleep my brothers, I And if you’re too tired Go to sleep my brothers, I’m all right to fight
And in my heart I’m the weary kind I’m much too tired to cry Though it’s sad enough for tears It’s been try, fail, try for years
And when the next day comes along I don’t know who will be gone I don’t know if we’ll survive
And the only thing we know Is it’s getting dark, get ready to go And the only thing we see Are the last lights of the day
And if you’re too tired Go to sleep my brothers, I And if you’re too tired Go to sleep my brothers, I’m all right to fight
And we’re much too young of men To carry such heavy heads And tonight for the first time It felt good to be alive
Yeah, we’re much too young of men To carry such heavy heads And tonight for the first time It felt good to be alive again, my friend
The Only thing we know It’s getting dark, get ready to go And the only thing we see Are the last lights of the day
And if you’re too tired Go to sleep my brothers, I And if you’re too tired Go to sleep my brothers, I And if you’re too tired Go to sleep my brothers, I And if you’re too tired Go to sleep my brothers, I’m all right to fight
Once more onto the Wall, dear brothers, once more; And close the gate up with the Wilding dead. In peace there’s nothing so becomes a Watchman As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war horn blows thrice, Then imitate the action of the direwolf; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Disguise fair nature with hard-favour’d rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let pry back the crossbow Let loose the frozen casks; let the brow o’erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O’erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill’d with the wild and wasteful ocean. Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit To his full height. On, on, you noblest of Westeros. Whose blood is fet from black brothers of war-proof! Brothers that, like so many first men, Have in these parts from morn till even fought And sheathed their swords for lack of argument: Dishonour not your brothers; now attest That those whom you call’d brothers besiege you. Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war. And you, good watchers upon the wall, Whose truth was found beyond the wall, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your oath; which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like direwolves in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game’s afoot: Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry out for First men, the Old Gods, and the New!’