The Song of Ice and Fire

by Shelley G

Rains of Castamere reimagined as a tribute the to doomed love of the She-wolf and her Dragon.

And who are you, the she-wolf said

That I should heed your charms

Only a beast of a different sort

I'll never bear your arms.

In a coat of black or a coat of gray,

A beast must still roam free,

And I will wear no chains, my Lord

You'll place no chains on me.

And so she spoke, and so she spoke

That maid of Winterfell,

But now the winter rose bleeds red,

And none live to tell the tale.

Yes now the winter rose bleeds red

And none live to tell the tale.

And who are you, the she-wolf said

That I should heed your charms

Only a beast of a different sort

I'll never bear your arms.

In a coat of black or a coat of gray,

A beast must still roam free,

And I will wear no chains, my Lord

You'll place no chains on me

And so she spoke, and so she spoke

That maid of Winterfell,

But now the winter rose bleeds red,

And none live to tell the tale.

Yes now the winter rose bleeds red

And none live to tell the tale.