The Others run when Azor Ahai goes to war.

The Others run when Azor Ahai goes to war.
Night will come and drown the sun when Azor Ahai goes to war.
Ygritte dies and Bowen Marsh lies.
Winter will fall and the cold winds will rise when Azor Ahai goes to war.
The Others run but count the cost…

The battle’s won, but the boy is lost.

by Jon’s Queen Consort

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

by Silver Spearwife

buchweizen:

What you know about ranging every night
Zombie Others everywhere, very Wighte
Hit the things, I could bury white
Countin’ up a million wildlings every night
Suprised your alive about every day
Chililn all day with convicted men, kind of gay
Wake up livin life like the Old Way
We be, killin’ that white bitch, Oh, Shae

Dragonglass has em smokin like exotic, ranging into foreign
Long night round trip, I ain’t talkin bout touring
Yeah, countin’ Others til ya gorging
Man fuck that shit where you goin?
Finding ancient treasure by the Wall, call it amtracks
Life sucks when Wildlings gotta watch your backs
Dirty white bitch, yeah that kat stacks
Folks don’t die or sleep round here, they take Cat naps
Bastard like Craster, mothafucka its the Snowey train
Swear the Long Night came faster than reinforcemnts came
Sometimes the Others be faster than the horse is
Free Folk ain’t watching and then them Wights is
Could end anyday and we know better
Small Paul still breathin, but cant be deader
Fist of the First Men, bet, Blue Eyes on their face
Free Folk deck, dagger by their waist

What you know about ranging every night
Zombie Others everywhere, very Wighte
Hit the things, I could bury white
Countin’ up a million wildlings every night
Suprised your alive every day
Chililn with convicted men, it’s kinda gay
Wake up livin life like the Old Way
We be, killin’ that white bitch, Oh, Shae


I woke up sayin’ I’m Nights Watch, but Im not Ser
Same night looking at Wildling saying I’m better
Leathers, Free Folk fights well in the weather
Got a man cryin, like he read the Pink Letter
Tryna look for Horns of Juwanna Mann or whatevers that word
I’m thinking oh yeah?, They say you ain’t heard?
On the day of battle so I’m seeing a dead bird
Got Ice on me so I think I’m Eddard
Uh, I’m about that life free folk
Bring you in the game, let you meet my wife free folk
Married to the Wall, asking if I’m gettin head shots now
I say I go for one heart like a mother fucking wedding vow
Stan’s Mans so they’re fighting for cheap
And you wildlings sleepin’ on me, you hope’d i’d die in my sleep
Oh Shae, yeah probably don’t get it
We the best that ever did it and got away with it

What you know about ranging every night
Zombie Others everywhere, very Wighte
Hit the things, I could bury white
Countin’ up a million wildlings every night
Suprised your alive every day
Chililn with convicted men, it’s kinda gay
Wake up livin life like the Old Way
We be, killin’ that white bitch, Oh, Shae

By Hugor Stone

I’ve been sent to the Wall
Where I’ll freeze off my balls
If you once take the Black
They don’t let you go back


They made me a Ranger
I may soon meet the Stranger
They call me a Crow
Send me off in the snow

Riding out with my Brothers
(Beware of the Others
Or even the wights
Who attack us at night)

This place is a bummer
I wish it was summer
But Winter is here
In this place without cheer

Patrolling the North
And so on and so forth
For a horrible crime
Penning such heinous rhyme

By Light a Wight Tonight

Poor Bob had the misfortune to meet
Of all the mob, the one he couldn’t beat
A slayer most fierce
A blade made to pierce
Now Bob’s a puddle, melted by the heat

By MrsManderly

There once was an Other called Bob
And raising the dead was his job
He moved with his clan
For he needs a tan
But ran into a dressed in black mob

By Juanvito

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

By Little Miss Sunshine

ODE TO THE DOOMED HERO OF MARTIN’S PROLOGUE

They greet us at the outset
of each book’s fateful dance
Yet it is always safe to bet
that they don’t stand a chance…

Old Garred, Will and that uppity Royce
were on a wildling hunt, but met instead
a chap whose sword of ice and crystal voice
killed two and cost poor Garred’s head
(yes, I know only Royce was killed by the Other while Will was killed by Royce’s wight, but that didn’t rhyme so well)

Wise Cressen served the antlered clan
And even (aaaw!) liked our Stannis best
Less wise though was his poison plan
Which flunked the Red God test

A plot was hatched in north’s dim lights
As foul as Chett’s each nasty boil
It almost made us glad those wights
Showed up the evil plan to foil

Young Pate was not the sharpest tool
In the Citadel’s shed, he had a fancy
To wed some barmaid, poor fool!
But was paid in Faceless currency

Varamyr thought with his six skins
That he could escape death
But it turned out, to his chagrin
Even wargs draw a last icy breath

They may not be the brightest lads
Nor like dashing young knights prance
But even so it’s kind of sad
They never stood a chance…

By MrsManderly

From graves of ice, the Others rise,
With hearts cold as the dead,
And death writ true, within the eyes,
In place of tears, is shed.

The Others come to play and dance,
A deathly waltz thought lost,
And merciless, as pointed lance,
Strike hard, like winter’s frost.

While lords of land in Southern seats,
Fight for an iron throne,
Far north, that cold, evil heart beats,
A death march all its own.

The Gods of Death, with their dead horde,
Come south to play their game.
With deathly pawns upon the board,
Drive forth, in Terror’s name.

Upon the wall, still brave men stand,
Bound only by their words,
And fear, akin to when wolves land,
To feast upon caged birds.

Yet these birds have their talons still,
Though few and far between,
And though hard pressed, live on to kill,
The nightmares they have seen.

For night comes quickly, and soon falls,
And with it, trust in hope,
As vows are lost, when duty calls,
Frail as ancient rope.

For ice blue eyes may kill a man,
Before a sword is drawn.
Sweet will to live, more fatal than,
A poisoned roses thorn.

As Winter comes, and thick snow lands,
The wall rises in height,
Though at the gate, with blackened hands,
Death knocks, dressed all in white.

The gate will shake, as cold winds bite,
And all light fades to black,
And with it, hope dies in the night,
As Death makes his attack.

The realms of myth and truth have met,
Tall tales now come to life,
The God of Death, his dead horde set,
To cut, to carve, a knife

Of cruel steel, forged in fires of ice,
To feed on cries of pain.
When all men fall, within their vice,
The long night comes again.

Deep snow falls, where once fruit trees grew,
And Winter was a lie,
Yet now all fades, for no one knew,
That even warmth can die.

No one is safe, when Winter comes,
His long reach cruel and true,
With ice cold breath, that tears and numbs,
The last breath out of you.

by All Men Must Rhyme

Dracarya a poem to a good friend:

When cold winds are blowing
The Others rise in the north
The rivers have stopped flowing
Of winters this is my fourth.

Children freeze in their beds
And were all at at war
Nowhere to rest our heads
the victims are the poor

There’s only one i want by my side
with me on the battlefield
Our enemies cannot hide
every man will yield

No common sellsword will do
There motives just don’t ring true
The one i need is you.

In real life you are quite dandy
in fact you come in really handy
when i’m in the shit
and need out of it
i ring just one number
and you usually answer with thunder!

Thanks for making me look
At GRRM’s first book
I thought when i started
I would be halfhearted
But now im an addict
Just look what you did!

by Hornblower

Watch me watch my dragons grow As we fly across the sea Watch me watch my people know How queenly I can be Hear me roar over the land See me in your nightfires Watch me draw a battle plan As I soar higher and higher Do you see my dragons grow Flying across the sky? Can you see them swooping low There’ll be nowhere to hide Across the lake, we found a king With eyes so blue and bold The winter did his army bring Like children’s tales of old For too long I’ve cried the cry Threatening with blood and fire But now I’ll take to the sky Reborn from the pyre.
by Dracarya

Watch me watch my dragons grow
As we fly across the sea
Watch me watch my people know
How queenly I can be

Hear me roar over the land
See me in your nightfires
Watch me draw a battle plan
As I soar higher and higher

Do you see my dragons grow
Flying across the sky?
Can you see them swooping low
There’ll be nowhere to hide

Across the lake, we found a king
With eyes so blue and bold
The winter did his army bring
Like children’s tales of old

For too long I’ve cried the cry
Threatening with blood and fire
But now I’ll take to the sky
Reborn from the pyre.

by Dracarya

Oh, my sweet summer child, what do you know of fear? Fear is for the winter … Old Nan’s story made rhyme to a mellow tune.

The fallen snow lay across the land.
The fallen show all white and cold.
I see you’re scared, my summer child,
your summer face has gone all pale.

Since the winter came the days were gone
and soon there came the pale white things.
But the men missed heat most of all, my sweet child.
When fallen snow covered the ground.

Since the Others came, the Night grows Long
and soon you’ll see the spiders pale.
And the men froze in their huts … and castles.
When winter snows are on the ground.

I see you so afraid, my summer child -
is this the tale you want to hear?

by Buckwheat

Menkind
We’re looking forward
To take Westeros back
Of this we’re sure

You think you had enough?
That last time was too rough?
Do say your goodbyes
To all this warmth…

Cos I am taking back what’s mine
Seasons where the sun won’t shine
You may call it genocide
But we’re taking back this land
We won’t wait
We won’t wait
Right here now
We won’t wait
For someone
Or something
To take us
To take us over

Long Night is forgotten
But it’s far from over
Simply forgotten
We won’t disappear

Death bred
We’ve got blood lust
Leaving no trace of trust
Inside your heart

You say we’re just a myth
Something you scare kids with
Call us an old tale
How wrong you are…

Cause we’ll take your flesh and bones
We are righting all your wrongs
You may call it genocide
But we’re taking back this land
We won’t wait
We won’t wait
Right here now
We won’t wait
For someone
Or something
To take us
To take us over

Long Night is forgotten
But it’s far from over
Simply forgotten
We won’t disappear

Long Night is forgotten
But it’s far from over
Simply forgotten
We won’t disappear

We’ve been sleeping
Out here, under the cold snow
We won’t stop now
Been too long to take it slow

We really are here
More than just silhouettes
You will never
Ever, ever forget…

Long Night is forgotten
But it’s far from over
Simply forgotten
We won’t disappear

Long Night is forgotten
But it’s far from over
Simply forgotten
We won’t disappear

We’ve been sleeping
Out here, under the cold snow
We won’t stop now
Been too long to take it slow…

by Little Miss Sunshine

The Long Wait Begins Again

How long can we possibly wait
To learn how grim is Jon’s fate
Woe to him who swallows Ramsay’s bait
And of his brothers incurs the hate

How can we fans patient be
To know if it’s a Khal or a Khaleesi
If Dany will ever Essos flee
And to Westeros bring her dragons three

Oh Martin, how long will it take
For Arya her ninja skills to bake
Will her facelessness prove fake
Or will she for ever live life to take

Waiting, will we fools never tire
Of wondering if Aegon is a Blackfyre
If he can tame dragons with blood and fire
Or like Quentin end in a funeral pyre

I wonder if ever we’ll learn
How Sansa her freedom will earn
Whether for Sandor she’ll still yearn
And Littlefingers’ be the down turn

How can we contain our interest
To know if there is life after twincest
Will mad Cersei pass her Faith test
And will, in the end, we like Jaime best

And most of all will Martin bother
To explain what the hell is an Other
What is its father and what its mother
And will it kill every last black brother

by MrsManderly

The Rightful Claimant

It matters not who owns the crown
He’ll take it anyway
The largest army falls to him
With this, he plans to stay

“Cease this madness, foolish boy,
We’ll decimate each other.”
“You’re wrong,” he says, “it’s you who’ll die,
So bow to me, my brother.”


Two more kings vie for the throne
And say they’re each the one
The passed king’s brother of Dragonstone,
And, too, his “trueborn” son

“Begone, you vile evil brat,
It’s my crown that you wear.”
“And who are you to tell me so?
When I’m the rightful heir?”


The longheld reign of King Aegon
Has fled, yet still it lives
The dragon girl and dragon boy
Will take what’s hers and his

“The cursed Usurper stole my throne!”
The dragon queen decrees
“What of you? Our bloodline says
That throne belongs to me.”


As madness falls, the northerners
Have chosen to secede
The ironborn now seize their chance
And, too, decide to leave

“Some conqueror, long years ago,
Made us bend the knee
Those distant years have long since gone
We choose now to be free.”


The tattered Folk who stand behind
Their King-Beyond-the-Wall
Will fight and plot and war and try
To claim the land for all

“Who are you to take the realm?
It belongs to every man.
We’ll free you kneelers from your bonds
And take the bloody land!”


A dying race sighs dying breaths
Recalling what was theirs
Pushed ever farther, higher north
When foolishly they shared

“There was a time we owned the realm
All this, our native land
Forgotten, though, we fade away,
Too weak to make a stand.”


A cold wind blows across a field,
The ground a purest white
A gentle snow drifts calmly from
A sky of purest night

“Too many years of biding time
No longer will suffice
The truest kings return to claim
Our realm - with blood and ice.”

by Silver Spearwife