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