I was born with expectations high Golden hair escaping a golden thigh For rich we were, but different were we Not easy, being half of what you’re supposed to be.
I tell you all you need to know What to escape, where to go Maybe if you could see my face Your goal would come at a faster pace.
Broken weight i carry by day No more, wood has taken my job away Bout time i’m back on my way but no dead i want to have to flay
I got no kings blood, you eastern whore I won’t bend my knee to a southern bore Sweet girl is evil, make her flee she means death, later you’ll thank me
Stoneheart comes to see Rickon in Winterfell and stands there in the shadows
I heard he is back home now, I heard he is much grown. And so I came to see him and saw the face of Robb. And there he was this young boy, a ghost before my eyes.
Asha looks upon Theon brought to be executed
Kneeling there pale by the wierwood, Clutching his life with wretched hands, Whispering softly long lost names, Seeing Robb, Rickon, Bran and Mikken Spilled his blood rusts like iron, Northern snows fall white in his eyes
Val finds Jon Snow dying there
I felt all flushed with fever, I ran to fight them down, I felt whole world fell through me and crashed around too loud. I rushed so he would see me, but crows all danced around.
Arya finds Gendry
He plays the steel with his fingers, Making the fire into swords, Staying in here for one second Would be too long, much too long, He is so strong, I will be strong I will now run, I will now run.
Words are wind Running sand And if your teeth are left bare You’d better beware! You might loose them all And feast forever on a porridge bowl.
Ygritte was kind and brave and wild, She would have sliced Renly in two with her sword. She dared to love a crow, but still went to fight at the Wall, And where at that time was Val?
“I can. You know nothing, Jon Snow.” Val seized his arm. “I want the monster out of there. Him and his wet nurses. You cannot leave them in that same tower as the dead girl.”
Jon shook her hand away. “She is not dead.”
“She is. Her mother cannot see it. Nor you, it seems. Yet death is there.” She walked away from him, stopped, turned back. “I brought you Tormund Giantsbane. Bring me my monster.”
“If I can, I will.”
“Do. You owe me a debt, Jon Snow.”
Jon watched her stride away. She is wrong. She must be wrong. Greyscale is not so deadly as she claims, not in children.
Well sometimes I go out by myself And I look across the Wall And I think of that big mission that you’re doing And in my head I paint a picture
‘Cause since you crossed the Wall Well my body’s been a mess And I miss your big blond hair And the furs you like to dress
Won’t you come on over Bring Tormund’s gang back to me Why don’t you come on over, Val my dear?
Val, my dear Val, my dear Val, my dear
Your long hair tied in a braid Your this Wall’s fairest maid Queen’s Men fall in line For you I’d toll the wedding bell We would both rule Winterfell Oh, in another time….
And I think my slow decay Will be those shiny eyes of gray Old Gods, help me! I want to touch your skin so pale And your mysteries unveil Oh, can’t you see?
‘Cause since you crossed the Wall Well, my body’s been a mess And I miss your big blond hair And the furs you like to dress
Won’t you come on over Bring Tormund’s gang back to me Why don’t you come on over, Val my dear?
So, today is international Woman’s Day, so we crazy people wanted to do some little shoutouts to our lovely Westerosi Ladies!
The first one to feel the love is Val, the Wildling Princess
Hair of dark honey and eyes oh so blue, Or was it grey? Whatever you prefer. A worthy wife to any lord, But who would be worthy of her?
She can kiss a man or slit his throat, In her heart she will always be free, A princess they call her, she only laughs, At those southerners who bend the knee.
Lonely and lovely and lethal, Her captor calls himself host, Don’t get too close or you’ll lose your balls, She only likes Lord Snow and Ghost.
