There is a land of once where when
The seasons change to beat of sin;
When old man winter shows his grin
Even wolves flee the fray.
A place of gods both bright and drowned
Whose kings and queens fight to be crowned,
And when the war horns all do sound
Their heroes kneel to pray.
The crows play heed to every blunder
As lupine clans are torn asunder
And lions fill the sky with thunder
As dragons bide their time.
Those friends who seem the most devout
Are those who pray at slightest doubt
To bring their king's downfall about
Yet stand blind to their crimes.
There's no true evil nor true good
In those who rule or those that should
For they all paid with what that could-
They paid with blood and bones.
And bones are bones as blood is blood
It doesn't matter in the mud
Whether their lives brought drought or flood,
They fought the game of thrones.