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

The Young Wolf is dead and cold,
the little She-Wolf lost in the world,
Little Bird still in her golden cage,
her brother turning in a seeing mage,
the wild boy may become a cannibal,
their half-brother may be killed at the Wall,
but when the faith together them will bring,
they will happily live through the spring.

By Buckwheat

When the cold winds are rising
and the sky is clear and bright
Misty mountains sing and beckon
lead me out into the light

I will ride, I will fly
Chase the wind and touch the sky
I will fly
Chase the wind and touch the sky

Where heart trees keep secrets
and the wolves are fierce and bold
Dark waters hold reflections
of kings dead long ago

I will hear their every story
take hold of my own dreams
Be as strong as the castle’s towers
and proud as an eagle’s scream

I will ride, I will fly
Chase the wind and touch the sky
I will fly
Chase the wind and touch the sky

And touch the sky
Chase the wind, chase the wind
Touch the sky

by Winter’s Lady

The Lannisters of Casterly Rock, Just hear them Roar
You must be a half-wit, if you think they’re poor.
Unfortunate, their King was killed by a Boar
Tyrion the Imp, could increase his height some more.

The Starks of Winterfell, are hard and stern
Even in the Summer, their fires burn
Honorable men, everything they get they earn.
Don’t trust Walder Frey, a lesson you’ll learn.

Escaping from the doom of Old Valyria, House Targaryen.
Their dragons can conquer, like Aegon’s Balerion.
Their dynasty was destroyed, by Robert Baratheon
Daenerys is still stuck in Meereen, oh come on.

Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken, the Martells of Dorne
Living beneath the hot sun, to fire and blood they were once sworn.
A Boy or girl, it doesn’t matter, a heir is born.
Arianne Martell, between Father and Revenge she is torn.

by Davos’ fingertip

Oh, the North folks hate the Free folks,
And the Free folks hate the North folks.
To hate all but the right folks
Is an old established rule.

But during National Brotherhood Week, National Brotherhood Week,
Jon Snow and Ygritte are dancing cheek to cheek.
It’s fun to eulogize
The people you despise,
As long as you don’t let ‘em across the Wall.

Oh, the poor folks hate the rich folks,
And the rich folks hate the poor folks.
All of my folks hate all of your folks,
It’s Westerosi as tournaments.

But during National Brotherhood Week, National Brotherhood Week,
Lannisters love the Starks ‘cause it’s very chic.
Step up and shake the hand
Of someone you can’t stand.
You can tolerate him if you try.

Oh, the Tyrells hate the Martells,
And the Martells hate the Tyrells,
And the Starks hate the Lannisters,
And everybody hates the Codds.

But during National Brotherhood Week, National Brotherhood Week,
It’s National Everyone-smile-at-one-another-hood Week.
Be nice to people who
Are inferior to you.
It’s only for a week, so have no fear.
Be grateful that it doesn’t last all year!

by deathpigeon

Winterfell, the Northern haven
But Dad departed after Auntie’s raven
Brother fell fast, like he’s racin
So Mom’s goes South for family savin
Older Brother’s pissed, he’s impatiant
So no one’s here to see if I’m misbehavin

Moms wards come pig out, A Big and Little Hog
Can’t play Lord of the Crossing, in the Godswood bog
Or Monster’s and Maiden’s, with rocks, sticks and a log
All becasue those Southerners are scared of little Shaggy Dog

by Gingerly Grumkin

We run away
We hide away
To the other side
Of the universe
We know they will hunt us down

But we know that here we belong
In reality we’re still moving on
Can we find our way back
Through this cold, bitter North?

by DR Supporter

Dark the stars and red the moon.
Black the night and this burdensome gloom.
Tell the ravens and beat on your drum.
Gone our master, gone his sons,
Dark the fields and dark the sky.
Hushed the wolves rushed out their hide.
Tell the winds and beat on your drum.
Gone our master, there’s a new one.
Light to dark, oh, light to dark.
Three black birds sang the name of the Starks.
Who was raised here like kin, has pulled all apart,
Gone our home, gone our heart.
Tell the North and beat on your drum.
Gone their master, gone his sons.

by A Free Shadow

What are our words?
In time, winter comes
Nights grow longer
The cold winds blow stronger
Even when fires burn bright
Ravens freeze through the night

In the winter, young children die
So many tears escape their mothers’ eyes

Cold winds are rising
Outside it’s not surprising
Many men freeze in their halls
Inside their many high walls
Now the long night is near
Gods be good, no death comes here.

by Dracarya

Ned, oh, my dear, the sun has gone low,
Ned, my heart’s dear, where’s our home?

If you live, oh my love, send the wind through the trees,
I will hear in their whisper that my name you still speak.

If you fell, my beloved, let the waves rise and rush,
I will see your red blood on their spumes’ snow white blush.

And here gripped with cold fingers of heavy tall waves,
A red crown made of froth rises close in slow sway.

Who has done it, dear Ned, which of them, who has dared?
Let the sky fall now on them, split the Earth in their way.

With a shadow of touch gently sweeping away,
Gave a quietest whisper the bloodied wave:

“With the sun rising last, on our daughter’s word,
The king and his men took my life with a sword”

And she puts all her love in calling him back,
But the waters grow still, their mirror all black.

Her three sons all gaze sternly, dark faces of grief,
While the daughter in tears is seeking relief.

You be dammned, you be dammned, I turn you into sand,
Shifty and restless, with no tree or a plant.

You will tremble and fade with each cold gust of wind,
Not a thing there for you, not a song of a bird!

And my sons, the dark night has now settled to last,
I would give anything to get back what we’ve lost.

But the storms rage and scream, they will rage, more will come,
We will never again set our feet in our home.

It is not in your fate to grow up to be men,
I turn you all to stone to defeat death and time.

In the midst of you three, wrapped in grief and in dust,
I will stand, wait for him as long as I must.

by A Free Shadow

Have a baby, have a baby by me, baby, be Lord’O Winterfell
Have a baby by me, baby, be Lord’O Winterfell
Have a baby by me, baby, be Lord’O Winterfell
Be Lord’O Winterfell, be Lord, be Lord’O Winterfell

Have a baby by me, baby, be Lord’O Winterfell
Have a baby by me, baby, be Lord’O Winterfell
Have a baby by me, baby, be Lord’O Winterfell
Be Lord’O Winterfell, be Lord, be Lord’O Winterfell

My Lords said, “Take it all”
He takes it all
Climb right up to the North
Want me to break you off?
I break you off
‘Til your right come down by the wall

I’m extremely focused cuz I’m Northern
Bet I’ll get armies open
Got debts from Lannisters I’m owin
You think I’m jokin’?
Who wants the North for holdin?

First it’s the son of the king, yeah, his eyes green
Yeah, what a treat, I get into all that
Joff I’ll perform for you, like a porno star
‘Til Nymeria bit him and his hand got a little bit sore

New anger, new moves, new position
No erotic feeling is goin’ down, no kissin
I can hear my heartbeat, im sweatin’
It’s far from a perfect picture
Trouble gets deeper and deeper
Ned backs a different leader

I’ll work that, murk that, write Robb a new letter baby
Turn a treason into a quick nothing, maybe
Give him mercy, mercy’ll make him alive
Then Ned’s heads movin’ that’s King Joffrey’s mercy, right

Kingsguard beat down, fell down, whoa now
Using the sword every inch of it when Joffrey has a fit
I hold my tounge baby, I’ll always be Joff’s Lady
I’ll have your head spinnin’ sayin, “Sansa so crazy”

My Lords said, “Take it all”
He takes it all
Climb right up to the North
Want me to break you off?
I break you off
‘Til your right come down by the wall

I’m extremely focused cuz I’m Northern
Bet I’ll get armies open
Got debts from Lannisters I’m owin
You think I’m jokin’?
Who wants the North for holdin?

Have a baby, have a baby by me, baby, be Lord’O Winterfell
Have a baby by me, baby, be Lord’O Winterfell
Have a baby by me, baby, be Lord’O Winterfell
Be Lord’O Winterfell, be Lord, be Lord’O Winterfell

Have a baby by me, baby, be Lord’O Winterfell
Have a baby by me, baby, be Lord’O Winterfell
Have a baby by me, baby, be Lord’O Winterfell
Be Lord’O Winterfell, be Lord, be Lord’O Winterfell

I want Willas, lemoncakes, puppies, at Highgarden door
Baby, Willas goes hawking so we can all soar
You know I like it, when Tyrell gets into it
Don’t nobody do it, uh, like Tyrell do it

Feel the rush, from Imp’s touch, gets nauseating
Drunk off my fear, call it Arbor Gold dear
Passion, you laughin’, I make you smile on a regular
Even though you aint touch me that queer chill will get to you

I need to go to the north-east, high as honor like Arryn weed
But I don’t need Robin even if there was strength in the seed
I need to have a real reason to breath
I need the North, I’m tellin’ you so I need Pete Baelish greed

I be your daughter or lover slash plotter, significant-other
No matter which way it go, Petyr’s oh so gutter
Harry can get it however he want to get it
I’m feelin his style, I’m tellin’ you right now, I’m with it

My Lords said, “Take it all”
He takes it all
Climb right up to the North
Want me to break you off?
I break you off
‘Til your right come down by the wall

I’m extremely focused cuz I’m Northern
Bet I’ll get armies open
Got debts from Lannisters I’m owin
You think I’m jokin’?
Who wants the North for holdin?

Have a baby by me, baby, be Lord’O Winterfell
Have a baby by me, baby, be Lord’O Winterfell
Have a baby by me, baby, be Lord’O Winterfell
Be Lord’O Winterfell, be Lord, be Lord’O Winterfell
Have a baby by me, baby, be Lord’O Winterfell
Have a baby by me, baby, be Lord’O Winterfell
Have a baby by me, baby, be Lord’O Winterfell
Be Lord’O Winterfell, be Lord, be Lord’O Winterfell

Have a baby by me, baby, be Lord’O Winterfell
Have a baby by me, baby, be Lord’O Winterfell
Have a baby by me, baby, be Lord’O Winterfell

by Gingerly Grumkin

Under the heart-tree by ~bubug 

This one’s kinda dumb, and has nothing to do with any theme
But I’m bored and of nothing else I can think
Except of this stupid song, its been in my head all day
So an ASOIAF related song, of it, I shall make

6 Little Direwolves howling in the night
One, chased off to save her life
Arya called the Maester, and the Maester said
“No more Direwolves howling in the night!”

5 Little Direwolves howling in the night
One was killed for her sister’s bite
Sansa called the Maester, and the Maester said
“No more Direwolves howling in the night!”

4 Little Direwolves howling in the night
One, sent away to avoid the Wall’s height
Jon called the Maester, and the Maester said
“No more Direwolves howling in the night!”

3 Little Direwolves howling in the night
One, like his master, is out of sight
Everyone called the Maester, and the Maester said
“No more Direwolves howling in the night!”

2 Little Direwolves howling in the night
One, be-headed for a proud lord’s slight
Robb called the Maester…oh wait…the Freys said
“No more Direwolves howling in the night!…heh!”

1 Little Direwolves howling in the night
Mourning the state of his litter-mates’ lives
Bran called the Maester, and the Maester said
“No more Direwolves howling in the night!”

by Dark Night Full of Ninjas

Robb was mad he lost his dad he had to go to war
Sansa was mad she lost her dad she regrets begging for his life
Arya was so mad she lost her dad she hides in plain sight
Bran was so mad he lost his dad he went on a jounery with a wight
Rickon was so mad he lost his dad he chose a wildling life
Jon was so made he lost his foster dad that he got stabbed in the back with a knife

by Howling Mad

We’re the Starks
Strong in arms
Little stupid in heads
But honor works for us

Thankfully we’re also Tullys
Who think clever and are also funny
We’re aware and have political smarts
Who mistrust Lannisters like Grumkins and Snarks

by DR Supporter and Gingerly Grumkin