WINTER IS HERE
Close your eyes, ignore the pain.
It's just a piece of paper and ink
Press your thumb and enjoy the gain
Sell your birthright without a blink
Eat the porridge and be a slave

The firewood of winter was used up in the summer
All for nothing, but a temporary comfort
Winter is here, the battle for the iron throne is set.
famine is in the land, with none to fight
Men and horses fell to hunger and cold of the time

The battle against corruption is on
Youths echo for a change of hands,
Yet, dine on porridge with the Lannisters
They want a king from the north
But they hail the Queen on the throne

You can't eat your cake and have it
But you can have your cake and eat it
Soon the battle for the iron throne will be here
With little finger and juicy  porridge to share
But beware.
The night is dark and full of terrors,
but the fire burns them all  away