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

The Iron Fleet

(obviously to the tune of “In the NAVY”)

Where can you find pleasure
Reave the world for treasure
Learn drowning properly
Where can you begin to make your dreams all come true
On the land or on the sea?
Where can you learn to fight
and always pay the iron price
Study navigation
Sign up for the drowned men
Or lay in the soft sand
When you join the Iron Fleet!

In the Iron Fleet
Yes, you can sail the seven seas
In the Iron Fleet
Yeou can have saltwives as you please
In the Iron Fleet
Come on now, Ironborn, make a stand
In our Fleet, in our Fleet
Can’t you see we need a hand
In the Iron Fleet
Come on, protect the mother land
In the Iron Fleet
Come on and join your fellow man
In the Iron Fleet
Come on people, and make a stand
In the Iron Fleet, in the Iron Fleet…


They want you, they want you
They want you as a new recruit

If you like adventure
Don’t you wait to enter
The priest has to drown you first
Don’t you hesitate
There is no need to wait
They’re signing up new ironmen fast
Maybe you are too young
To join up today
Bout don’t you worry ‘bout a thing
For I’m sure there will be
Always a good fleet
Reaving the land and sea

[Chorus]

Who me?

They want you, they want you
They want you as a new recruit

But, but, but, I’m afraid of water.
Hey, hey look
Man, I get seasick even thinking about the sea!

They want you, they want you in the Iron Fleet

Oh my goodness.
What am I gonna do on the Sea Bitch?

They want you, they want you in the Iron Fleet

[Chorus]

by Lady of Oldcastle

The Drowned God

Drowned God, Lord of boats,
Watch o’er the men who raid the coasts.
Protect them with raging seas
And give them fair winds and plunder and maidens thee.
Grant them from thy great Seastone Chair
The wisdom to listen to thine own servant the Damphair.

by Howling4Reed

Dragons

Three shadows circling in the sky,
on scaled leathery wings they fly,
their fires burning like the sun,
how I wish I could be one…

by Lady of Oldcastle

The Night’s Watch Oath

Why we love Dolorous Edd

Lost my horse in the snow. Why do they grumble? It was white! So how should I know Where it did go, So I had to walk and not ride. Falling, he missed all those rocks Has more luck than poor me. Was before killed by an axe In the Bridge of Skulls Pass, Still missing them, that was lucky. Everyone knows I don’t like prunes, But these ones I like, Was tricked by the cook, He got me on his hook, In the pie did they hide! I’m a rather gloomy fellow, But this fact doesn’t bother, Who votes for me? A bad choice would I be, But so would all those others. Once they figure out how, To work dead horses and such, I’ll be next corpse in line, but maybe I’ll die, before they can put me on watch! The dead are rather dull fellows, Always complaining ‘bout stuff, He has more bugs, my tombstone sucks, In this cold ground I’ll get a cough!
by Lady of Oldcastle

Why we love Dolorous Edd

Lost my horse in the snow.
Why do they grumble? It was white!
So how should I know
Where it did go,
So I had to walk and not ride.

Falling, he missed all those rocks
Has more luck than poor me.
Was before killed by an axe
In the Bridge of Skulls Pass,
Still missing them, that was lucky.

Everyone knows I don’t like prunes,
But these ones I like,
Was tricked by the cook,
He got me on his hook,
In the pie did they hide!

I’m a rather gloomy fellow,
But this fact doesn’t bother,
Who votes for me?
A bad choice would I be,
But so would all those others.

Once they figure out how,
To work dead horses and such,
I’ll be next corpse in line,
but maybe I’ll die,
before they can put me on watch!

The dead are rather dull fellows,
Always complaining ‘bout stuff,
He has more bugs,
my tombstone sucks,
In this cold ground I’ll get a cough!

by Lady of Oldcastle