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 (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