You can boast all you want, you lion and kraken fans But, it is known, you will all be peeing in your pants When the wolves regain Their long held terrain The North remembers and you’ll stand no chance!
Sorry Bucky The Peacemaker, but it had to be said!
"It was not for murder that the gods cursed him," Old Nan said, "nor for serving the Andal king his son in a pie. A man has a right to vengeance. But he slew a guest beneath his roof, and that the gods cannot forgive.”
The young wolf Robb Stark was made the new King in the North, He called upon his banners and prepared to sally forth, He would chase his father’s killers to the far ends of the earth, The direwolf lives on!
The North, the North, it remembers! The North, the North, it remembers! The North, the North, it remembers! The direwolf lives on!
To get his army across the Trident he made a fatal deal, To marry Lord Frey’s daughter no matter the ordeal, He’d get himself a bride and two thousand spears of steel, His army marches on!
Robb battled here, Robb battled there, and won against the best, To beat the bastard king he marched his army to the West, And there he lost his honor on Jeyne Westerling’s soft breast, His wars will ne’re be won!
To marry the Frey wench Robb gave his uncle in his stead, Not knowing that the weasel Lord had bartered for his head, The wedding that killed the King will be e’er known as Red! The direwolf howls on!
By Sand Snake No. 9
Yeah, yeah, the image is stolen, but I thought it was brilliant! If this is yours, apologies; if you want me to take it down I will.