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