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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 grow
A crown laced in the lie's
You win or you die.
The watcher waits on the northern wall
A daughter picks up warriors sword
A cold Iron throne holds a boy barely grow
A crown laced in the lie's
You win or you die
A brother bound to a love he must hide
The younger's armour is worn in the mind
A cold Iron throne holds a boy barely grow
A crown laced in the lie's.
You win or you die.
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