The fire carved lines on darkened stone,
like wrinkles on an aging face,
show the story of a kingdom gone,
keep the memories of old days.
As long as the grey walls stand tall,
and the well known words remain true,
so long will the North remember,
and winter will come for you too.
When your gold and your fires have gone,
whithered away in these hard times,
spring will thaw your memory away,
and old stone will only have new lines.
By Winter’s Lady
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!
By MrsManderly
SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER
Avert your eyes if you haven’t seen the first episode of GoT S2! I just had to do this little summary-thingy to calm my nerd-rage XD
-Lady of Oldcastle
Some songs were written and sung before us.
That does not make them less good. The North Remembers!
Winter is coming on April 1st.
All credits to the owners.
“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.”
- A Storm of Swords
We grew up, we played, we laughed,
Together as a family.
But now it`s time. We have to part
Maybe for eternity.
Just remember what we had,
The sunny, happy days.
Although far away you might
Get used to different ways.
By Only Me
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!
Chorus
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!
Chorus
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!
Chorus
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.
And from that fateful day,
Every weasel of Frey
From his den is fearing to stray
Hung from the neck
For black crows to peck
With mouths full of salt
They pay for their fault
By A Free Shadow
The Song of Ice and Fire
In the Game of Thrones, you win or you die,
It’s hard, but there’s no truer thing,
The night is dark and full of terrors,
When King clashes with King.
The Storm of Swords rages North and South,
And Dragons stir in the east,
They prepare to Dance across the sea,
Meanwhile, the Crows have a Feast.
The North remembers that Winter comes,
It’s Winds blow with a cold sting,
A Time for Wolves will come, no doubt,
when we dream the Dream of Spring.
By Lady of Oldcastle
Beware of the House of Undying,
A vision of death on its throne,
The Crone sees The Mother is grieving,
For a King and her son who is gone.
For some wars are won with swords,
But more are won with quills,
Tywin moved the puppets, yes,
But Bolton got the kills.
As guests they arrived at the wedding,
Where The Stranger joined the feast,
And dancing turned to bloody fight,
Now the King wears the head of a beast.
As the fires slowly turn into embers,
they are hung from the neck, one by one.
What the turncloaks forgot, is the North remembers,
Until the day they are all gone.
Wrong tunes, sung by steelclad cowards,
Wrong rhythms from drums everywhere,
the signal to betray the North?
The Reynes of Castamere!
And now at every dark, by midnight,
When the castle freezes in fear,
Ghostly shapes of a wolf and dead king,
Appear and again disappear.
Accursed in the eyes of gods and men,
Lion and Weasel and Leech,
The river runs red and the wrong king is dead,
Now see who’s next to screech. (that one is bad, I know…)
As the fires slowl turn into embers,
they are hung from the neck, one by one.
What the turncloaks forgot, is the North remembers,
Until the day they are all gone.
Combined efforts by Thapphires, The GriffinReborn, Aneurin Frey, A Free Shadow and Lady of Oldcastle
Like his father before him
The Young Wolf was betrayed;
For from the path of wisdom
He too had strayed.
“But mother, I love Jeyne,”
The Wolf said in despair
“My uncle can marry
Lady Roslin the fair.”
So they went to the Twins
To appease the old man
And Lord Bolton brought vengeance
For Rickon and Bran.
A gift from the bastard;
The iron prince flayed
But later that night
As Edmure bedded the maid
The Lord of the Dreadfort
And the Lord of the Crossing;
Their murder and treachery
Set the Greatjon’s mouth frothing.
The giant of Umber
Took many men to detain
As the lord on his high seat
Looked down in disdain
At the Young Wolf, barely standing
Pierced by many a shaft
Was stabbed by the Leech Lord
With a thrust to the heart.
His mother was slaughtered
As the fire turned to embers,
But the turncloaks forgot
That the North remembers.
By TheGriffinReborn
And who are you, the proud lord said, that I should bow so low?
Only a pup, still on the breast,
That’s all the truth I know.
The wolf’s sad howl pales to great roars,
The Lion’s claws cut deep,
And in the Twins, the Weasels laugh,
And flayed men join the feast.
Bread and Salt were shared that night,
Still dancing turned to fight,
“The North Remembers!” for all time,
You all shall live in fright!
By Lady of Oldcastle
