When the Winter Comes (Inspired by Game of Thrones)
Hook: You either win or you die That’s the price of the game And we only pray to death By saying “Not today” See the blade that I wield, that’s valyrian steel See the horse that i rode, see the banner I hold, oh
Win or you die, That’s the price of the game And we only pray to death by saying “Not Today” See the throne that I sit, see my family tree Because they say the winter’s coming, this is how it has to be…. In the game..
Verse 1: Five children, scions of the frosty bite Dire wolves that hunt in the dead of the night House of Stark, Winterfell, now the winter’s come King in the North, bow down, now a war is on
They ride Southwards, father’s hand of the king And bards sing great songs, about his honor Though he sired a bastard, who now guards the wall from White walkers, blue eyes, and dead that rise after
And one controls an army, one lives in the streets And one sits at home and dreams Of a raven with three eyes, bad omens, so you can’t sleep at night The other sees her father’s head on a pike
And if the temp drops, til the people see their breath Know the banner never fell, when the winter claimed his death Lord Stark was a man who left a legacy But the winter fell too soon, so now he’s just a memory
[hook]
Verse 2: And so I wouldn’t worry, the price that war’s incurring Because a Lannister always settles their debts With a boy who slays kings, and a queen that breeds monsters A little prince sleeping with whores inside his bed
It’s a dirty business, though crowns is on their heads And gold is in their hair, and silver is in their safe With an army of lions and fire that lights the sky Until all you see is blood red staring back in your face
[cash rules everything around these kings]
Sleep in the west with something heavy on your chest As the prince who became a king has a secret we can’t confess And so he rules with a stern fist, merciless A hound at his side, to do his dirty biz…
House of Lannister, riches from your wildest dreams Double cross to keep succession of a king And those pretty faces hide the ugly that’s beneath the red keep
[hook]
Verse 3:
Two Left from the house that bound together The seven kingdoms, a mad king just laughing A brother and sister, trying to return To the place so they could reclaim their right to fire and blood
Dragonborn, who could walk through the flames And survive, to come to lead the Dothraki to war Who dabble in blood magic, crossing the narrow sea Who struggle to see the rise of the dragons once more
Can’t escape the Baratheon spies, Can’t mistake silver hair and blue eyes Can’t control all the tribes in the wild, And so a queen rose to take her place at the side of a warrior king
Where gold crowns are death, and the dirt is their beds To the victors go the spoils in the evilest ways Cuz overseas there’s a force rising up And every house has war on its breath cuz that’s the name of the game