Hear my words and bear witness to my vow. … the way she draws her dangerous bow … Night gathers, and now my watch begins. … oh, father, are my dreams such deadly sins? It shall not end until my death. … my mind upon my task is set. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. … but when she looked at me that way … I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. … and told me Bael’s story … … I shall live and die at my post … Tonight she came to me, and did what man likes most. … I am the sword in the darkness … I broke my honors, I confess! … I am the watcher on the walls … And she kisses me and my name calls. … I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men … I promise, it won’t happen again! … I pledge my life and honor to the Night’s Watch, for this night and all nights to come … Please, just this night, and then another and then some.
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-