Cripples, Bastards and Broken Things

Rains weep over us all
And how do we know
What we'll find at the end of the road
Leaving home as a knight
It feels like a war
Many young men have died to get there

And you call it a lie
But we've got the right to be winners, and we're coming
And you're standing in line
We ride through the night, we'll be never coming back

While they sleep
We will burst on the scene like they've never seen before
We will fight
And we know that our names will remain when we'll be gone

Rain is turning to snow
And we're in the cold
But we're bastards, we feel right at home
If you stop, stand aside
We can't take a break
We're all cripples but we move ahead

While they sleep
We will burst on the scene like they've never seen before
We will fight
And we know that our names will remain when we'll be gone

As winter comes my watch begins and it will never end
I shall never wear a crown, I shall hold no lands
I'm the horn that wakes who sleeps, the shield that guards the men
I'm the fire that burns the cold, the light of the dawn
The sword in the darkness, the watcher on the wall
And soon you will know me, cause winners are coming
Don't cut in

While they sleep
We will burst on the scene like they never seen before
We will fight
And we know that our names will remain when we'll be gone