Gone are the howls, gone are the cries
From the broken House, from the Northern night
But fool is he who thinks the wolves all die
Those that live shall grow and continue the fight
The North is not broken, we but wait
We never forget and we never forgive
The blood we are owed the Old Gods will sate
For four and one Stark wolves still live
The heir runs to land forever frozen, magic to be learned
The river-daughter to the moon shall flee, to hide and survive
The she-wolf to city of death and killers goes, skill is earned
The littlest to far dark isle, his savagery here shall thrive
The outcast in black, shall rise from stained cold
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