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A bastard born to a king now dead

But I travel with a different ghost

I swore to the old gods

To keep the watch until I fall

I traveled north of north

with a man with half a hand

To the land of wildlings

to find the king beyond the wall

My only friends are a craven and a dwarf

One I left behind and with the other we're at war

But soon they'll think I broke my oath

'cause the one who new my secret fell to long claw

walk with the northmen

a minstrel king and a bone armored freak

colder than my winter home

where giants walk and mammoths wreak

all alone and living a lie

a wolf in black and a wolf in white

false turncloak for the greater good

but will it matter when the others come in the night

(chorus)

(fist verse)