Peter Hollens - The Most Haunting Game Of Thrones Song
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The Most Haunting Game Of Thrones Song
Now there once was a time when the northerners sang
Of a king they had crowned: More a boy than a man
More a pup than a wolf, with the cold of the realm in his eyes
He’d broken a vow to the lords of the twins
Wed a stranger, a beauty, but a promise there’d been
So the lord frey demanded a bridegroom as compromise
And the timbers groaned
River wind softly moaned
Oh, the king in the north doesn’t know
How a red wedding goes
Well, the feasting was plenty and the singing in tune
And the stark wolves, they howled ‘neath their northern Moon
So loud were their cries that the closing of doors was drowned out
Lady catelyn alone had the river’s sharp ear
Heard dancing reels turn to the rains of castamere
In her skin and bones growled a creature of doubt
And the timbers groaned
Winter wind softly moaned
For the king in the north soon will know
How a red wedding goes
There were arrows and daggers, and the touch of them burned
From players to slayers in an instant were turned
And the foreigner queen was the first to fall under the knife
With two arrows in him, the king crawled to her side
While his mother, she pleaded for the lord to subside
But he’d taken their word, and to break it, meant no right to life
And the timbers groaned
River wind softly moaned
For, the king in the north, now he knows
How a red wedding goes
Lord bolton approached; with a thrust to robb’s heart
He gave him the lannister lions’ regards
And the king’s mother wept, for his last word had called her to him
There was nothing she felt cutting lady frey’s throat
And she felt nothing more when they slashed her own
The north will remember, she thought, and they’ll have all your skins
And the timbers groaned
Now the wolves lie below
For, the king in the north, if he’d known
How a red wedding goes
And the timbers groan
But the north waits, they know
That one day the blood that they ared owed
Will run ‘neath their soles
Run ‘neath their soles
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