Winter Is Coming
The winter is coming, a storm is brewing
All that is fought for will be lost
The living will be turned to white
For all men must die, and all games must end
Wolves, Dragons, Stags and Lions
The wins in their wars will be vain
The Unknown are coming in their march
They never slept, they never stopped
For what is alive has to be dead
And what is dead may never die
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