The north wind blows bringing this summer to an end 
It's been the longest one by memories of men 
Some say a grim omen of long winter [bad word] 
I say a [bad word] to its unforgotten song 
man in [bad word] fleeing from the northern Wall 
I bring my sword down and I see his head fall 
My son and [bad word] race off toward the castle 
But on the way they find a corpse in the snow 

rotting [bad word] with bloody neck wound 
Six direwolves came from her womb 
Three to my sons, two for my daughters 
One white as snow left to the [bad word] 

 [bad word] hailing troubled times for the future of our world 
We'll stand and endure the cold 'til the [bad word] again 

banner waves a crowned stag on golden field 
My friend and king arrives and so I bend to kneel 
He would have none of it and bid his friend to stand 
 [bad word] to ask my place be at his right hand 
Should I agree I'd leave my home and family 
Should I refuse I would dishonor my fealty 
Hand of the King - [bad word] in the king's stead 
Though with this [bad word] a target on my head 

direwolf of my name's banner 
Had taken antler to the neck 
Could this be my kin's future 
I dread to think what happens next 

To the Keep, where the [bad word] lies buried beneath a web of lies 
I'll seek the answer to the riddle left to me 

The last Hand had left the secret 
His final words on tortured breath 
"The seed is strong," but not of Robert 
And now he rides off to his death 

My friend is dead and I find myself caught up now 
in this Game of Thrones you win or die, 
so my fate is sealed this day 

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