Джордж Мартин. Песнь Льда и Пламени. Игра престолов. Танец с драконами
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 warriors 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