The King In The North

The eldest son of the StarksRides now to a wedding dayAgainst the tugging of his heartTo fulfill the oath he had betrayedFor the NorthFor this warFor his questTo bring his familyFor all the men who have diedAnd all now at his sideHe'll brave the stormAnd swallow his prideThe lady asks for the wineShe'll not take a chance on her eldest son's lifeHer sons are now lostThe old lord said "I'll give you what is mine."And then Edmure took vows with his wifeSo the crossbows rang out, piercing flesh"No!" the mother cried"Mercy! Mercy! Mercy for my son!"Vengeance takes us allAcross the world the ravens take to wing (dark wings bring dark words)Spreading the word, the bloody death of a king (The King in the North)This blasphemy, is it real or just a dream? (the crowning of the wolf)The bards shall sing, tale of the Red WeddingThe future of the Seven KingdomsDepends on this wedding daySomething devious beats within the drumsIn the great hall of Lord Walder FreyThe lady takes life for a lifeSpilling blood from the young boy's neckBut the old lord cares notIn madness she gouges out her eyesBefore cold steel cuts and blood stains her dressBut now the rains weep o'er his hallWith no one there to hearYes now the rain weeps o'er his hallAnd not a soul to hearAnd not a soul to hear...