The Cold

In the inescapable cold,
the dread wights grew so bold,
they slain women, children, and men so old,
that the weak was all they hold.

With no good men left to fight~

And now the wildlings take flight,
to evade the eternal night,
and no matter what the good watch try,
they’ll soon drag in the wight.

With no good men left to fight~

And all the kings,
fight for pitiful things,
beneath unfathomable wings~,
but what the long cold brings~,
only the Bael Bard sings~,

With no good men left to fight~
On to the eternal night~

by StarkDragon

Walk Like a Targaryen :D

All the Valyrians during the doom
They do the dragon dance, don’cha know?
If they move too quick (Oh-Way-Oh)
They’re falling down like a domino

And the Blackfyre man by the trial
He got the money on a bet
Gold dragons (Oh-Way-Oh)
They snap their teeth on wild Ygritte

Essos types with their hookah pipes sing:
Way-oh-way-oh-way-ooo-aaa-ooo…
Walk like a Targaryen.

The bed slaves with their wild ways
Spin around and they cross the floor.
They’ve got the moves (Oh-Way-Oh)
You drop your drink then they bring you more

All the apprentices so sick of rooks
They’d like to punk in the shadow lands
When the Blue Bard sings (Oh-Way-Oh)
They’re walking like a Targaryen

All the kids in the fleabottom say:
Way-oh-way-oh-way-ooo-aaa-ooo…
Walk like a Targaryen.

Slide your feet up the streets
Bend your back
Shift your arm then you pull it back
Like Visenya O (Oh-Way-Oh)
So strike a pose on a dragon’s back

If you want to find all the knights,
They’re hanging out with the tavern slop.
They sing and dance (Oh-Way-Oh)
They spin their cloaks and cruise on down the block

All the Wildlings with their kin
The Watch boys call the giants in
The Dornish know (Oh-Way-Oh)
They walk along like Targaryens

All the Watch in the ice tunnel stop hey:
Way-oh-way-oh-way-ooo-aaa-ooo…
Walk like a Targaryen
Walk like a Targaryen 

by Howling Mad

There once was a girl called YgritteThe wildlings she’ll take you to meetShe fancies Jon SnowBut naught does he knowShe’ll teach him the use of his meat
By Myrish Swamp Thing

There once was a girl called Ygritte
The wildlings she’ll take you to meet
She fancies Jon Snow
But naught does he know
She’ll teach him the use of his meat

By Myrish Swamp Thing

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

buchweizen:

shardsofbards:
On the first day of ASOIAFGRRM sent to me:A Raven in a Heart Tree On the second day of ASOIAFGRRM sent to me:Two Hot Piesand a Raven in a Heart Tree On the third day of ASOIAFGRRM sent to me:Three Lemon CakesTwo Hot Piesand a Raven in a Heart Tree On the fourth day of ASOIAFGRRM sent to me:Four Black CrowsThree Lemon CakesTwo Hot Piesand a Raven in a Heart Tree On the fifth day of ASOIAFGRRM sent to me:Five Golden DragonsFour Black CrowsThree Lemon CakesTwo Hot Piesand a Raven in a Heart Tree On the sixth day of ASOIAFGRRM sent to me:Six Direwolves a HowlingFive Golden DragonsFour Black CrowsThree Lemon CakesTwo Hot Piesand a Raven in a Heart Tree On the seventh day of ASOIAFGRRM sent to me:Seven Kingdoms WarringSix Direwolves a HowlingFive Golden DragonsFour Black CrowsThree Lemon CakesTwo Hot Piesand a Raven in a Heart Tree On the eighth day of ASOIAFGRRM sent to me:Eight Naked MaidensSeven Kingdoms WarringSix Direwolves a HowlingFive Golden DragonsFour Black CrowsThree Lemon CakesTwo Hot Piesand a Raven in a Heart Tree On the ninth day of ASOIAFGRRM sent to me:Nine Dancing MastersEight Naked MaidensSeven Kingdoms WarringSix Direwolves a HowlingFive Golden DragonsFour Black CrowsThree Lemon CakesTwo Hot Piesand a Raven in a Heart Tree On the tenth day of ASOIAFGRRM sent to me:Ten Lords a PlottingNine Dancing MastersEight Naked MaidensSeven Kingdoms WarringSix Direwolves a HowlingFive Golden DragonsFour Black CrowsThree Lemon CakesTwo Hot Piesand a Raven in a Heart Tree On the eleventh day of ASOIAFGRRM sent to me:Eleven Wildlings RaidingTen Lords a PlottingNine Dancing MastersEight Naked MaidensSeven Kingdoms WarringSix Direwolves a HowlingFive Golden DragonsFour Black CrowsThree Lemon CakesTwo Hot Piesand a Raven in a Heart Tree On the twelfth day of ASOIAFGRRM sent to me:Twelve Bards a RhymingEleven Wildlings RaidingTen Lords a PlottingNine Dancing MastersEight Naked MaidensSeven Kingdoms WarringSix Direwolves a HowlingFive Golden DragonsFour Black CrowsThree Lemon CakesTwo Hot Piesand a Raven in a Heart Tree
By Howling Mad

buchweizen:

shardsofbards:

On the first day of ASOIAF
GRRM sent to me:
A Raven in a Heart Tree

On the second day of ASOIAF
GRRM sent to me:
Two Hot Pies
and a Raven in a Heart Tree

On the third day of ASOIAF
GRRM sent to me:
Three Lemon Cakes
Two Hot Pies
and a Raven in a Heart Tree

On the fourth day of ASOIAF
GRRM sent to me:
Four Black Crows
Three Lemon Cakes
Two Hot Pies
and a Raven in a Heart Tree

On the fifth day of ASOIAF
GRRM sent to me:
Five Golden Dragons
Four Black Crows
Three Lemon Cakes
Two Hot Pies
and a Raven in a Heart Tree

On the sixth day of ASOIAF
GRRM sent to me:
Six Direwolves a Howling
Five Golden Dragons
Four Black Crows
Three Lemon Cakes
Two Hot Pies
and a Raven in a Heart Tree

On the seventh day of ASOIAF
GRRM sent to me:
Seven Kingdoms Warring
Six Direwolves a Howling
Five Golden Dragons
Four Black Crows
Three Lemon Cakes
Two Hot Pies
and a Raven in a Heart Tree

On the eighth day of ASOIAF
GRRM sent to me:
Eight Naked Maidens
Seven Kingdoms Warring
Six Direwolves a Howling
Five Golden Dragons
Four Black Crows
Three Lemon Cakes
Two Hot Pies
and a Raven in a Heart Tree

On the ninth day of ASOIAF
GRRM sent to me:
Nine Dancing Masters
Eight Naked Maidens
Seven Kingdoms Warring
Six Direwolves a Howling
Five Golden Dragons
Four Black Crows
Three Lemon Cakes
Two Hot Pies
and a Raven in a Heart Tree

On the tenth day of ASOIAF
GRRM sent to me:
Ten Lords a Plotting
Nine Dancing Masters
Eight Naked Maidens
Seven Kingdoms Warring
Six Direwolves a Howling
Five Golden Dragons
Four Black Crows
Three Lemon Cakes
Two Hot Pies
and a Raven in a Heart Tree

On the eleventh day of ASOIAF
GRRM sent to me:
Eleven Wildlings Raiding
Ten Lords a Plotting
Nine Dancing Masters
Eight Naked Maidens
Seven Kingdoms Warring
Six Direwolves a Howling
Five Golden Dragons
Four Black Crows
Three Lemon Cakes
Two Hot Pies
and a Raven in a Heart Tree

On the twelfth day of ASOIAF
GRRM sent to me:
Twelve Bards a Rhyming
Eleven Wildlings Raiding
Ten Lords a Plotting
Nine Dancing Masters
Eight Naked Maidens
Seven Kingdoms Warring
Six Direwolves a Howling
Five Golden Dragons
Four Black Crows
Three Lemon Cakes
Two Hot Pies
and a Raven in a Heart Tree

By Howling Mad

Tormund Thunderfist’s Funeral Oration for Jon Snow


Scene 2. (In front of Castle Black, an enormous, as yet unlit, funeral pyre prepared for the Lord Commander’s body. A distressed crowd of men of the Night’s Watch, free folk, king and queensmen, and others. Tormund enters after Bowen Marsh speaks; Marsh explains ‘reasonably’ why he and others killed Jon Snow: “For the Watch.”)


(Enter Tormund Thunderfist, carrying the shrouded corpse of Jon Snow. The crowd gasps as he places the body on the funeral pyre; then the wasps start buzzing as Tormund prepares to speak.)

Tormund: Free folk, crows, bearded queen, and the rest o’ you,
(Tormund pauses to blow his horn loudly to quiet the unruly group)
Hush up and listen so your ears may hear!
I am here to speak o’ Lord Commander Jon Snow, not to sing his praises, Har.
The treasons that the Lord Crow has done lives after him;
Any good he did will burn with his bones;
So be it with Jon Snow.
Steward Bowen Marsh says Jon Snow was a turncloak.
If this lie is true, it is a dreadful mistake, and gravely has Jon Snow paid for it.
Here, with permission of Marsh and the rest o’ his Crows,
Am I allowed to speak at Jon Snow’s funeral.
He was my friend, loyal and true.
But Bowen Marsh and his crows call Jon Snow an oathbreaker and a turncloak,
a warg and a beastling, an upstart and a black-hearted bastard,
And Marsh and his crows are, as we know, all honorable men.
Commander Snow spoke in the Shieldhall, with me at his side.
Do you remember? He asked for volunteers
to march with him against the Flaying Bastard of Bolton?
(Wildlings and brothers shake their heads, cross arms, mutter to one another in angry tones)
Was this treason? He gave no orders to the Night’s Watch to march with him!
If you all remember, none o’ the crows even volunteered!
Not one offered to protect the bearded queen, her gray faced daughter,
the red bitch [cough] witch, the Wildling Princess Val, and Mance Rayder’s babe.
Yet the Lord o’ Crows did not force his men to join –
Did he?
Har! Did this in Jon Snow mark him as a turncloak?
When the free folk crossed the Wall, some sick, injured, and crippled,
Lord Snow wept for them.
Treason needs be made o’ sterner stuff.
Yet Steward Marsh names him a turncloak,
And this black brother is a courageous, honorable man.
Har! The red sorceress told me in secret that thrice (holds up three fingers and waves them about dramatically)
I repeat three times
Commander Crow refused the Kingly King
who offered to forgive Snow’s Crow words,
to give him Winterfell, to name him Lord Jon Stark,
trueborn son and heir of Lord Eddard Stark, Warden of the North.
Aye, to sweeten the pot, he even offered Snow
The Wilding Princess Val to wife!
And Thrice did Jon Snow refuse. Was this a turncloak?
Yet Ides of Marsh says Snow was doing treason;
And, sure, you bet, he is an honorable man o’ the Watch.
I am speaking not to turn you against the steward and his Crows –
I am but a man of few words
who speaks no falsehoods, just salts the truth with a stretcher now and then.
Har, ‘twas you Crows who voted Jon Snow your Lord Commander –
So once upon a time you had faith in him, and not without good reasons.
I ask you why now, that he is dead and gone,
No one weeps for him?
Arg! I hope the Others and their soldier corpses take you dry-eyed,
black hearted folk with your empty heads.
Hold up! (Tormund retrieves a handkerchief from his sleeve. He is overcome with emotion, and he roars through his nose into the cloth. He then dabs the corners of his eyes).
Forgive me -
My heart is broken and bleeding beside Jon Snow’s,
There on the funeral pyre.
I t’was a second father to the boy,
and many a time he called me “father” on accident,
mistaking me for his own dear sire the honorable Lord Ned Stark, [ blubbers melodramatically]
just as once he mistook me for the-king-beyond-the wall Mance Rayder. Har!
Tormund is always getting mistaken for Lords and Kings.
Arg. Give me a moment to dry my eyes
before my tears soak the wood on the pyre.
(Tormund turns, his back to the crowd; beneath the shadow across his face a smile of satisfaction, maybe even pride, tugs at the corners of his lips. The crowd at his back whisper loudly in defense of Snow, and Tormund’s smugness shows he is pleased by the results of his funeral oration).

Dolorous Edd Tollet: Methinks he has a strong argument with much and more truth. But most people lie about the truth, especially the people who are my friends; but if they lie about the truth, they are liars, deceivers, betrayers, certainly not friends. Maybe I should jump on that pyre when it is lit because with my luck that dream I had about becoming Lord Commander will come to pass, and I will be surrounded with non-friends. But if I dive into the flames, the red witch might glamor me into a worm; or I might not fully cook and die a long, painful death. Alas, Alack! Jon Snow has been wronged!
Leathers: He’s been wronged.
Queen: Has he, savage? If I were you, I would pray that a worse Lord Commander may NOT replace him?
Mormont’s Raven: Corn, Corn, Corn.
Val: Heed Thunderfist’s words. Jon Snow refused ME, the Stark name and Winterfell to stay true to the Watch and his Crow vows. Therefore, ‘tis false that he is a turncloak.
Toregg: Aye! Any man to refuse Val must be a loyal brother – or blind.
Borroq: If this is true, then some will pay a blood price. Vengeance for the boy! (Borroq returns to sharpening the tusks of his boar.)
Melisandre: (A mist rises from the pores of her skin not concealed beneath yards and yards of the mysteriously swirling red fabric of her garments, even though no wind blows.)
Only life can pay for death.
(Her ruby glows at her throat. Tormund turns back to the audience, and Melisandre gasps).
Gasp! Look! (Mel points at Tormund) 
Poor soul. His eyes are red as R’hollor’s fires with his weeping.
Toregg: There’s not a nobler Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch than Jon Snow!
Mormont’s Raven: Snow. Snow. Jon Snow.
Leathers: Shut your hole. Thunderfist speaks.
Tormund: Only yesterday Jon Snow’s wisdom might
Have held the Wall against the foes beyond. Look at him now!
There he lies with no one to pray for him.
Oh! If I had the powers of the red witch, or Bowen Marsh,
I would stir up your emotions, calling you to mutiny and rage.
But if I incite a riot at the Wall,
I should wrong Steward Marsh and Wick Littledick,
who, you all know, are honorable men: I vow I will not do them wrong;
I’d rather wrong the Dead, to wrong you, and maybe me –
But I will not wrong such honorable men.
(Mormont’s Raven quorks, as if on cue, strutting out from Jon Snow’s funeral shroud. In his beak he carries a sealed scroll, which he drops to speak).
Mormont’s Raven: Snow. Jon Snow. Snow.
(The bird steadies beady black eyes on Tormund. Tormand slams his palm onto his forehead so hard his neck jerks back, his bottom lip drops open, and his eyes widen).
‘Tis Lord Crow’s tricksy bird! And look what he has!
(Tormund emotes recognition as false as a Kingslayer who is sworn to protect the King).
It is Jon Snow’s will! I near forgot!
Mormont’s Raven: King. Jon Snow. King. Jon Snow.
Tormund: No – I am not a King, although I am oft mistaken for such.
Now, bring me the parchment with the seal o’ Jon Snow,
and I will give you corn.
(Mormont’s Raven eagerly snatches up the scroll, flies to Tormund’s shoulder, and Tormund reverently takes the will from the bird’s beak.)
Mormont’s Raven: Corn! Corn! Corn! (Tormund finds a handful of corn).
Tormund: Looky here!
(Tormund displays the seal and cracks it to unroll the scroll, his eyes devouring the grammatically correct, comprehensive last wishes of Lord Commander Snow … even though we all know Tormund never learned to read. Tormund moans as if in pain, rolling up the parchment, hanging his head low and shaking it back and forth.)
This tricksy bird, you all know, once sat on Mormont’s shoulder,
Then Jon Snow’s. And now to me he flies with what he found
in the Lord Crow’s pocket;
‘Tis his will!
Allow me to share this testament - - Which, pardon me,
I do not intend to read – for if you knew the contents herein written,
you would kneel before Jon Snow,
you would kiss dead Jon Snow’s wounds, aye.
Take a drop o’ his blood, and unroot a hank o’ his hair
– get a piece o’ Snow as a token to help you remember
the greatest Crow that ever walked the Wall.
[Tormund rambles off track a few lines]
And when, and even if you pre-plan your own funeral
and think up words to speak your legacy,
and even if you have a horse, or piece o’ armor, or golden dragons,
and even if you get it writ before you pass on –
which could be any day, for even those who pretend to be a friend
might stab you in the back.
Or, someone nearby may secretly envy you;
jealous of your fine Valyrian steel, o’ your woman, o’ your name.
As for me, I suffered jealousies o’ men who coveted my big …er … weapon. (The tricksy, bossy bird cuts off Tormund’s all-too-familiar boast, screeching in his ear from his death grip on Tormund’s shoulder.)
Mormont’s Raven: Will! Read will! Will. Read Tor Mund.
Val: We’ll hear Snow’s will! Read it, Tormund Giantsbane!
All: The will, the will! We will hear Jon Snow’s will!

(In the distance, a direwolf howls, his ear-splitting cry echoes the keening of the Old Gods who watch carefully the affairs of men through the weirnet that prides itself on a thousand and one eyes.)
Tormund: Patience, all of you. (Tormund speaks a bit softer, sighing strategically, giving the impression that the will has sucked out his spirit and left him riddled with guilt and pain).

I strongly advise you, I must not read the will.
Trust me, please. If you could see inside my mind,
you might learn the painful truth –
‘Tis a good thing you have no clue that the Bastard Jon Snow has made US
– you and me - his heirs.
O, if you ever found out what’s safely guarded in my brain,
I will tremble like a bride on her first wedding night –
so afeared of what may come of it.
O! You will be enraged! It will make you go mad!
All: Read the will; read the will; read the will.
You shall read it to us, Jon Snow’s will.
Tormund: Enough! You force me to read the will?
But, oh dear, I have talked too much.
May the old gods forgive me. And the Others take me.
I fear I wrong those honorable men, the Crows and queen’s men,
whose daggers stabbed Lord Snow. O – I do fear it.

Melisandre: They were the traitors: honorable men!
All: The will! The Will! What’d he leave us!
Borroq: They are villains, murderers! Read the will!
We’ll burn the traitors later. First, the will!
Tormund: You really want me to read the will?
Then come closer – make a ring around the corpse of Snow,
and let me show him that writ the will.
Move! Out of my way, Bearded Queen.
(Tormund lifts Queen in air and moves her aside. He winks at her slyly and whispers so softly she cannot tell if Tormund Thunderfist speaks or the raven bobbing drunkenly on his thick, bulging shoulder).
Tormund: I never had me a woman with a mustache.
And you have never had a man like me
with a weapon unlike any other in size and width.
Queen: O dear. [Blushes coyly] My husband’s weapon is Lightbringer.
Tormund: I never thought of lighten the way. Never got lost, myself.
But if you be liking things on fire … er …
Leathers: Get back!
Toregg: Make room for Tormund Thunderfist, most valiant!
Tormund: Watch it! Nay – do not press upon me – stand far off!
A few voices: Get Over. Back. Don’t touch me!
He said to make a ring. Get out of the pyre, Stupid.
Tormund: If any of you have held back your tears,
prepare to let them fall.

(Tormund gently removes Jon Snow’s funeral shroud, once his cloak, which Tormund shakes out dramatically; this garment is peppered with gaping holes, stained with dry, and wet blood still dripping from fabric)

You all recognize the Lord Crow’s cloak:
I recall the first time I saw Snow in these black wings
when he did fly down from the Wall
to live with the free folk.
Looky here – note this blood splatter,
a crusty ring around the collar:
In this place Wick Whittlestick ran his dagger through.
See this big hole? Devious Alf of Runnymudd made this tear.
Through this [Tormund looks through a large jagged opening, impressed with the reaction of horror his words has had on his attentive audience].
Bowen Marsh, who Jon Snow loved
as if he were his own beloved father, stabb’d.
Har! And as Jon Snow plucked Marsh’s cursed steel from his stomach,
Mark you how Jon Snow’s blood did follow it.
For Bowen Marsh, as you know,
was Jon Snow’s idol –[ aside - in my absence] –
Judge all o’ you and the gods how dearly
Jon Snow loved him.
Bowen Marsh’s cut was the most deepest and most hurtful o’ them all.
For when the Lord Crow did see this traitor,
whom Jon Snow loved as if he were his own long lost-beyond-the wall
Uncle Benjen, or as his now dead true-born brothers
the Young Wolf, Bran, and Rickon o’ House Stark.
Upon the vision o’ his own dear brother of the Night’s Watch
who stuck him in the gut –well-
Jon Snow dropped to his knees, his wounds smoking,
and then he toppled over, burying his face in the snow.
O, what a racket assaulted our ears as Jon Snow fell,
Him masked by snow, his cuts running boiling blood.
With him we too fell, whilst bloody traitors flourish
like weeds to strangle us.
Har! Now you weep! Do you feel pity?
O. Now I hear you sniffle and cry –
Feel o’bit of pity, you do?
These are precious drops.
Prepare, tender o’ heart, sob when you behold
Our Lord Commander Snow maimed by traitors’ daggers.
Look – Now!
Here is himself, marr’d, as you all do witness,
By traitors.

(Tormund reveals Jon’s corpse to expose a bloody spectacle. At the same time, Jon Snow’s wounds bleed anew, a thin curtain of mist rises slowly from his body.)

Random Spearwife: O! Hideous sight!
Mully: O honorable Lord Snow!
Iron Emmett: Butcher’s work!
Queen: O most bloody sight! (Queen faints)
Shireen: Is he dead? What happened to his face?
Leathers: Traitors! Villains.
PatchFace: Oh, oh, oh, no! Poor Jon Snow.
Toregg: We will be avenged!
All: Revenge! Burn! Kill! Slay! Castrate! Blind!
Let not a traitor live.
Tormund: Wait a minute! (Blows horn to call to order angry mob bent on destruction and vengeance)
Dolorous Edd: Hear the Thunderfist.
Flea: We’ll hear him; we’ll follow him. We’ll die with him!

Tormund: Good friends – loyal friends – I did not speak to get you all fired up
so that you mutiny.
Them Crows who done this deed are honorable.
I am near convinced none o’ them had personal griefs with Jon Snow (eye roll): 
they are too wise and loyal,
and will no doubt answer you with this reason:
“For the Watch! For the Watch!”
I am here not to win your hearts –
For I am no mummer, no twister o’ words and lies – like Bowen Marsh.
But, as most o’ you know me, a simple, blunt man
who loved my friend; and the Ides o’ Marsh knew this well, and
they still gave me permission to speak o’ Snow.
For I lack the wit, the talent, the tricksy moves,
the speaking power to stir men’s blood.
I call it as I see it.
I will tell you a secret wish o’ mine own:
Take a hard look at Jon Snow’s wounds.
They are like poor, dumb mouths,
but if I could conjure a spell, I would give tongues to Jon Snow’s wounds –
And I would ask these bloody mouths to speak on my behalf –
There would be a Voice that would anger your spirits.
With mine own words and Jon Snow’s wounds talking with me –
All together we will move the stones and ice and snow to rise and mutiny!
All: We’ll mutiny?
Shireen: What’s a mutiny?
Satin: Come away, then. Come, tie up the conspirators.

Tormund: Hear me, good folk. Hear me till I finish.
(Blows horn to recall angry mob ready to rape and pillage and kill.)

Tormund: Why, friends, you are running about like chickens with your heads cut off.
You know not what you do.
You forgot the will I mentioned.

All: Most true. The will. Let’s stay to hear the will.

Tormund: Here is Jon Snow’s will, under his personal seal –
It says here –

To Tormund Thunderfist, that’s me,
Jon Snow does leave me his tricksy bird so long as I don’t eat him;
his Ghost; and his Longclaw.

[General complaints of unfair labor practices and favoritism]

To every free folk, and to some Crows not traitors,
he gives a golden dragon.

Shireen: A golden dragon? With wings?
Mormont’s Raven: Dragon Jon Snow. Dragon! Dragon!
Mully: Most noble Commander Crow!
Iron Emmett: We’ll revenge his death!
Random Spearwife: O woe is me. No more handsome Jon Snow!

Tormund: Patience. I’m not done!

Moreover, Jon Snow has left the free folk
the land he calls the Gift, on this side o’ the Wall.
He has left this boon to you,
And to your heirs forever. Land for all.
You can walk about and recreate yourselves.

Here lies Lord Commander Jon Snow!  When comes such another?

Dolorous Edd: Never, Never. He is the only Jon Snow I know, but I only ever knew one. And Snow’s a bastard name and bad luck …
Leathers: [cuts off Edd] Burn his body in the red witch’s fires –
Iron Emmett: Tie the Conspirators to stakes – and with brands of fire lit from Jon Snow’s funeral pyre, cook them!
We’ll burn their bodies justly.
Wun Wun: Fire!
Mully: Pull the bindings tighter.
Mormont’s Raven: Burn! Burn! Burn!
Melisandre: If you wish, but at great risk,
If I feed these honorable men to my flames,
The Lord of Light may cast them from the warmth of his fire.
I cannot disguise hearts made of black ice from Rh’ller
(Melisandre lights Jon Snow’s funeral pyre, and once the flames taste the King’s blood from the dagger rents, the flames shoot into the sky like rockets, then explode. Sparks of blazing color burst, sending bands of light that magically form a bouquet of roses, turning red, then yellow, and blue. The billowing petals flashed and winked and then fell away, spent ash darkening the layer of powdery snow.)
Tormund: (an aside) Aye! I planted trouble –
which will like as not cause great damage
to these traitorous crows flapping about their Wall!
Payback! Take whatever form you will! Be off!
Har! I need a drink. All this tall talking has left me parched.


by evita mgfs

I am going to be in charge of the Walls affairs
Its Partly sage you cannot marry or win a dime..
Remember her the one that lives there
She once was a true spear wive

Tell her to bring me a horn of ice
It’s party sage, you cannot marry or win a dime
Without no cuts or scufs
Then she will be a true spear wive…

by Viserys’s Queen

The Wall is Falling Down


Oh, the Wall is falling down
Falling down, falling down
Oh, the Wall is falling down
My fair bastard

Build it up with ice and stone
Ice and stone, ice and stone
Build it up with ice and stone
My fair bastard

Set the watchers on the Wall
On the Wall, on the Wall
Set the watchers on the Wall
My fair bastard

Guard the Wall against wildlings
Wildlings, wildlings
Guard the Wall against wildlings
My fair bastard

by Dark Night Full of Ninjas

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

Who you callin craven? Ain’t that a bitch
You kneelers, are so two facetin
Wanna see me locked in chains, burnt in flames
and get stalked by these vicious wights a-gain
Fuckin with a Bard like Bael, who’s writin a new tale
and tries to stay away from Black Gate’s jails
I told Snow I’m in danger
That’s why I’m looking for Gorne’s way and killing Rangers
Fuck the Wall!

{They tryin to say that I don’t care}
I woke up screamin, “Fuck the Wall!”
{They tryin to say that I don’t care}
Just woke up and screamed, “Fuck the Wall!”
{They tryin to say that I don’t care}
Uhh, I woke up and screamed, “Fuck the Wall!”
{They’re tryin to say that I don’t care}
Just got up and screamed, “Fuck the Wall!”

When I took the free folk life I wasn’t filled with anger
That’s why I’m married to a Spear Wife an’ run with Raiders and Magnars
I’m gettin’ threats to me, comin’ from my enemies
An’ in they dreams, seven Hells are where they sendin’ me
Have I lost control or just another soul?
A civilization full of free folk fuckers when we roll
Sippin’ on Yak as I sit back, The Wall is an ill trap
Brothers hear of the Turncloak and ask, “You did that?”
Never take yo’ eyes off the prize The wall ain’t that fucking high
Don’t ever hesitate to try
‘Cause you can fall off or climb mountians, Free Folks we all in
An’ them, my motherfuckers callin’, “Fuck the wall”

{They tryin to say that I don’t care}
I woke up screamin, “Fuck the Wall!”
{They tryin to say that I don’t care}
Just woke up and screamed, “Fuck the Wall!”
{They tryin to say that I don’t care}
Uhh, I woke up and screamed, “Fuck the Wall!”
{They’re tryin to say that I don’t care}
Just got up and screamed, “Fuck the Wall!”

Damn, they wanna label me a craven
‘Cause I’m condensing my forces instead of raidin
Throwing Crows to the side, But they still move when they die
Crystal clear problem are others like blue Ice
I can see it in there eyes, you wanna see a young playa fallin’
They hate to see an ex-Crow ballin’
Some of you suckers is rottin’, plottin’ on what I got
An’ then you wonder why I shot him
Stop givin’ game for free, as Northerners play with ease
Like being a Crow is the thang to be?
But I got love for my homies, Six Skins an’ Thenns
An’ if you wear black, you better stay strapped Kneeler, fuck the wall

{They tryin to say that I don’t care}
I woke up screamin, “Fuck the Wall!”
{They tryin to say that I don’t care}
Just woke up and screamed, “Fuck the Wall!”
{They tryin to say that I don’t care}
Uhh, I woke up and screamed, “Fuck the Wall!”
{They’re tryin to say that I don’t care}
Just got up and screamed, “Fuck the Wall!”

Haha, fuck the world, fuck it I hear my Free Folks screamin’ fuck the Wall

They wanna know if I claim the click that I’m hangin’ with
An’ if I’m down with this bangin’ shit
Well, homie, I don’t give a fuck if you a Folk or Crow
Long as ya give Others a show
But don’t try to test me out, stall that Homie, this is Free Life’, kneeler an’ we all strapped
I been through Hell an’ back an’ if I wear black
Then it’s back to the gallows where my neck cracks
Some of you Queens Men is bustas, you runnin’ ‘round
With these tramp-ass bitches, don’t trust her
But don’t cry, this world ain’t prepared for us
A Free Folk mother fucker that ain’t afraid to bust, Kneeler, fuck the Wall!

{They tryin to say that I don’t care}
I woke up screamin, “Fuck the Wall!”
{They tryin to say that I don’t care}
Just woke up and screamed, “Fuck the Wall!”
{They tryin to say that I don’t care}
Uhh, I woke up and screamed, “Fuck the Wall!”
{They’re tryin to say that I don’t care}
Just got up and screamed, “Fuck the Wall!”

by Gingerly Grumkin

Oh, the North folks hate the Free folks,
And the Free folks hate the North folks.
To hate all but the right folks
Is an old established rule.

But during National Brotherhood Week, National Brotherhood Week,
Jon Snow and Ygritte are dancing cheek to cheek.
It’s fun to eulogize
The people you despise,
As long as you don’t let ‘em across the Wall.

Oh, the poor folks hate the rich folks,
And the rich folks hate the poor folks.
All of my folks hate all of your folks,
It’s Westerosi as tournaments.

But during National Brotherhood Week, National Brotherhood Week,
Lannisters love the Starks ‘cause it’s very chic.
Step up and shake the hand
Of someone you can’t stand.
You can tolerate him if you try.

Oh, the Tyrells hate the Martells,
And the Martells hate the Tyrells,
And the Starks hate the Lannisters,
And everybody hates the Codds.

But during National Brotherhood Week, National Brotherhood Week,
It’s National Everyone-smile-at-one-another-hood Week.
Be nice to people who
Are inferior to you.
It’s only for a week, so have no fear.
Be grateful that it doesn’t last all year!

by deathpigeon

Free Folk Anthem

I feel it in my fingers,
I feel it in my toes,
the win that’s all around me
and so the feeling grows.

It’s written on the wind,
it’s everywhere I go,
so if you’re really faithful
come on and let it show!

You know we don’t kneel, we never will,
my mind is made up by this way that I feel.
There’s no defeat and there never will
‘cause on my spear you can depend!

I see his face before me
as I fight for his win,
I cannot get to thinking
what happens if we lose.
He gave his promise to us
and we gave ours to him
that we’ll fight together
in every war to be.

You know we don’t kneel, we never will,
my mind is made up by this way that I feel.
There’s no defeat and there never will
‘cause on my spear you can depend!

I got to keep fighting!
It’s written in the wind … everywhere I go …
So if you’re really faithful
come on and let it show!
Come on and let it show!

by Buckwheat

More parallels

Speaking of parallels,
here is a tiny one,
but a tiny one I like
in the Ice and Fire song.

Valar Morghulis,
long time was unknown,
what it actually means,
but now it is known.

“All men must die”
hears Lord Snow from her, fire kissed,
why does the Free Folk know,
what the Faceless Men’s code is?

by Winter’s Lady

You heard the wildlings of the early eve
They lurk around the opening in two’s & three’s
Lord Mormont told you not to move with the breeze
I’ll take you down to places where we dare not speak

The red light in the night sky says she’s armed
But boy go try your luck and you might get past
Step into the dwelling of the grumpkin’s mouth
Peer into the panic for a kick and swell
You know you shouldn’t be there but it’s way past bed
There’s comfort in the fingers of your good intent
You know you shouldn’t be there but your honour’s all spent
You’ve got your reputation and your good intent
Your good intent

Out to feed that habit when you’ve sowed that seed
Nothing made you feel out of the ordinary
But the air turns sombre and the night took heed
Took you on a waltz of hypocrisy
She broke your bones, now you’re lying in the dirt
The shadow of a hunter under your torture
It’s not enough to say, it’s not what’s in your heart
You’ve tainted every moment till death do we part

I know you didn’t mean it, boy you meant so well
The dragons are cascading down your wishing well
I know you didn’t mean it when you counted to ten
You’re slipping through the fingers of your good intent

I know you didn’t mean it, though you meant so well
The dragons are cascading down your wishing well
I know you didn’t mean it when you counted to ten
You got your reputation and your good intent
Such a good intent

It’s not enough to hope for the best
It’s not enough to lie in my embrace
The wildling’s on the prowl now you’ve pulled its strings
One false move and soon you’re playing dice for a-         

By Dracarya

Nit-picking

I quite agree,
But that sentence never made much sense to me.
Shouldn’t it be
"Better to die free
Than live a slave”, you see?
They’d rather die
Than spend their lives
In chains
And pain

By Fire&Blood