shardsofbards

There were regards by Jaime
But I never knew what it was regarding
No I never knew it at all
Till there was Roose

There were ravens in the sky
But I never saw them winging
No I never saw them at all
Till there was Roose

Then there was music and my Auntie Roslin
They kill me their Northern sovereign of Tully and Frey

There was love all around
But I never heard the bedding
No I never heard it at all
Till there was Roose

Then there was music and my Auntie Roslin
They kill me their Northern sovereign of Tully and Frey

There were regards by Jaime
But I never knew what it was regarding
No I never knew it at all
Till there was Roose

Till there was Roose

by Hugor Stone

Nobody really likes Talisa

Lady Talisa is such a fuck
But maybe we have got some luck
With all the other changes they made
Mayhaps she could also get Freyed
So long as the death is is done properly
And not like from some romantic tragedy

By Silver Spearwife

Dedicated to Robb

King Robb turned Lann armies to scrap
That changed when he went to the Crag
And there he betrayed
The Lord Walder Frey
Bowmen at a wedding? Oh crap!

The wrong girl made Robb tie the knot
For that full of bolts he was shot
Now TV will make
That same old mistake
At least Lady T’s smoking hot :drool:

By Juanvito

The Young Wolf was a lad that killed many a man,
He was driving Lord Tywin insane,
A corwn made of bronze and iron he wore,
And he was the Lannister’s bane.

Well it was Walder Frey, that old weasel-faced coward
I wonder how he feels,
For the Young wolf ate his bread, but the Wedding became Red
Then he laid the Young Wolf in his grave.

Well the Young Wolf had a wife to mourn for his life
But no heir she ever gave
And that old, weasel-faced coward, while his daugther was deflowered
Was laying the Young Wolf in his grave

The Young Wolf was a boy, the King in the North,
His problem, he had never had a child
There never was a man with a sword in his hand
That could take the Young Wolf when alive!

And on these autumn nights, when the moon was shining bright,
He fought, again and again
And people they did say o’er many miles away
Of his crown he was proving himself deign!

Well the Young Wolf had a wife to mourn for his life
But no heir she ever gave
And that old, weasel-faced coward, while his daugther was deflowered
Was laying the Young Wolf in his grave

Now the people held their breath when they heard of Robb Stark’s death,
And wondered how he ever came to fall
Walder Frey, it was a fact, the whole northern army wracked
While the Young Wolf was feasting in his hall

Now the Young Wolf went to rest with a head on his neck,
Of the devil they called Grey Wind.
For his main mistake with his very life he payed,
This King of a solitary race.

Well the Young Wolf had a wife to mourn for his life
But no heir she ever gave
And that old, weasel-faced coward, while his daughter was deflowered
Was laying the Young Wolf in his grave

by Franz95

River runs so slow,
so slow, below.
The bridge that was my pride,
my pride, I die.

Beneath the flow I lie,
I lie, alone.
The music was so loud,
so loud, I thought.

It was a different song,
I should, have known.

by Liar

There once was a son of Lord Ned
Who took Lady Jeyne to his bed
He sought to subside
The Freys’ prickly pride
And now has a wolf for a head

by Silver Spearwife

Patchface

Prophecies are always cooler
When coming from a drowned fool
Study his words like a cheat sheet, as if you need a compass or ruler
Cuz this is Westeros, where the Citadel’s not the only school
Just decipher Patchface’s skin and attire
Caused by the ocean floor
Had knowledge of how Robb retires
What more is you lookin’ for?
Under the sea
Under the sea
Blood on the maiden’s thigh
But chains for the bridegroom
Aye, Aye, Aye,
In Kingslanding the small, council all day
Up in the North the gritty just freeze away
While Shadows come to dance my Lord
While Shadows come to stay, my Lord
Under the sea
Down here the Mermen feast on Starfishes
And all the serving men are Crabs
Melisandre says he’s dangerous
But he makes the princess laugh
In dark the dead are dancing
I know, I know, oh oh oh
The crows are white as snow
I know, I know, oh oh oh
Under the sea
Under the sea

by Son of a Snark, formerly known as Gingerly Grumkin

L’erede del signore i vessilli a sé chiamò
E i suoi uomini gli misero una corona in testa
Ma una promessa un giorno ahimè dimenticò
E senza pietà fu massacrato ad una festa

A sua sorella dissero, “tu diverrai regina”
Amava le canzoni su dame e cavalieri
Ma oramai è cresciuta, non è più una bambina
E si è dimenticata i suoi sogni di ieri

Viveva a Grande Inverno una giovane ribelle
Che volle un giorno imparar come tirar di spada
Ma nella capitale un dì rischiò la pelle
E non tornò più a casa, si perse per la strada

Per amore un uomo lo gettò giù da una torre
Il piccolo Bran Stark camminare non può più
Ma anche se non si arrampica e non corre
Imparerà a volare e ad andar sempre più su

Del quinto figlio non abbiam saputo nulla per un po’
Ma il buon contrabbandiere lo riporta a Grande Inverno
L’erede del ragazzo che già il Nord liberò
Ai Bolton e ai Frey farà veder l’inferno!

(Literal translation:
The lord’s heir called the banners
And his men put a crown on his head
But alas one day he forgot a promise
And without mercy he was killed at a feast

To his sister they said, “you will be a queen”
She used to love the songs about ladies and knights
But now she’s grown up, she’s a child no more
And she has forgotten what she dreamed yesterday

A young rebel once lived in Winterfell
She wanted to learn how to fight with a sword
But she risked her life in the capital one day
And she never came home, on the road she lost the way

For love a man shoved him down a tower
And young Bran Stark can walk no more
But even if he cannot run and climb
He is learning to fly, higher and higher

Of the fifth son we’ve known nothing for a while
But the good smuggler is taking him to Winterfell
The heir of the boy who already freed the north
Is going to show hell to the Boltons and the Freys)

by Franz95

No life, no life

In your Tully blue eyes
I heard her words
I heard her cries

I saw her scream
I saw her fight
Fought to the death
What a frightening sight

They slit her throat
She clawed her face
My hair, not my hair
Hello, Your Grace

The music kept playing
I saw all the bards
And a certain kingslayer
Sent his regards

by Dracarya

Wedding! Wedding! Wedding! Wedding! Wedding! Wedding!
Wedding! Wedding! Wedding! Wedding!

I was caught in the middle of the Twins’ greathall!
Wedding!
I looked round and I knew there was nowhere to run!
Wedding!
My mind raced and I thought of Greywind at first!
Wedding!
And I knew there was no way, no way for you!
Wedding!
Sound of the bows, taking down my guards!
The pain of arrows, yeah, tearing me apart!
I’ve been Walder’s guest!

Danced round with Dacey, the Frey girls, he wasn’t content!
Edmure married Roslin, yeah Roslin, and he had some fun!
We’ve had some food, some wine that gave us time!
I did break rules, he didn’t forgive!
Yeah yeah, he, he, he’ll kill us all!

Now I’m searching for Greywind!
Can he stay alive, please!
Yeah my mother watches me die!
I’ve been Walder’s guest!
Walder’s guest!
Walder’s guest!
Walder’s guest!

Now I’m reaching for Greywind!
Can he stay alive, please!

Walder’s guest!
Walder’s guest!
Walder’s guest!

Yeah yeah yeah, saying yeah, I will die!
My mum sees me die!
Yeah, I will die!
Mum sees me die!
Die, die, die, Walder’s guest!
Walder’s guest!
Walder’s guest!
Walder’s guest!
I’ve been Walder’s guest!
Walder’s guest!
Walder’s guest!
I’ve been Walder’s guest!

by Buckwheat

NO LIFE NO LIFE
IN YOUR TULLY BLUE EYES
I NEVER KNEW MY LORDS COULD BE SO VIOLENT

by Dracarya

A young king leads armies south from the north,
Riverrun, Oxcross, towards the Crag forth.
Winning on field, he loses the battle in bed -
upon waking in morning, to Jeyne he is wed.

The old man’s too proud to take this slight in,
the argument with him Young Wolf means to win.
Despite the numerous diligent wards,
“Jaime Lannister sends his regards.”

***
Ein junger König von Norden nach Süden führt sein Heer,
Schnellwasser, Ochspass, bis Felsen am Meer.
Am Feld immer gewonnen, im Bett verliert die Schlacht -
ein Mädchen seine Frau, wenn er morgens aufwacht.

Der alte Mann ist zu stolz, als es zu vertragen,
Junger Wolf denkt, auf seine Ehre zu wagen.
Obwohl seine Wächter immer nah sein müssen,
“Jaime Lannister lässt Sie grüßen.”

by Buckwheat

Old Walder Frey