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.
The 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 worn in the mind A cold Iron throne holds a boy barely grown A crown laced in lies You win or you die.