A raven flies from the North,
to the sea.
A dragon whispers her name,
in the east.
A cold Iron Throne,
holds a boy barely grown.
A crown laced in lies.
You win or you die.
A watcher waits on the northern wall.
A daughter picks up a warrior's sword.
A cold Iron Throne,
holds a boy barely grown.
A crown laced in lies.
You win or you die.
A brother bound to a love he must hide.
The younger's armour is warn in the mind.
A cold Iron Throne,
holds a boy barely grown.
A crown laced in lies.
You win or you die.
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