A Mountain stood above a Snake, a helm of gold veiled his ghastly face
The little Snake picked up his head. and this he said, I’m not afraid to die
For I will sink my fangs in you and today I decide my fate
A strike from I will leave you dead, you’ll be remembered by a mournful cry

Blocking out the sun, the Mountain’s sword fell and swung
Striking left and right came a fight or flight position for our friend
The Dwarf yelled, “Oh no, I’ll be ****** I’ll be hung!”
But the Viper perilously brought forth the mountains end

Now quietly in the courtyard, Lord Twyin looks on thee
The accused has been convicted of treason and a greater crime
From his chains Tyrion makes no escape for he knows his last breath he’s breathed
A man stands to **** his son, and slaughter like rancid swine

But when our prince ****** his poisoned spear into our villain ‘ere
The Mountain couldn’t lonely die-
He wrapped his hands around our friend
And he squeezed tightly from each eye

A trial was to be decided on the mournful day
A winner was undecided but lifeless, our competitors lay