loriemitchell

We stood as only fourteen, against a force of hundreds Our brothers have all fallen, laying at out feet dead But we will not surrender, will not turn and run We will hold this line until the mission is done We hide among our dead, our brothers still giving aid From the enemy's gaze we melt away, like sunset we fade They come in the night, knowing as we know it is the last But they are not ready, for our attack is quiet and fast We rose from our fallen, their blood stains our faces Refusing to give up, refusing to die in this foreign place We battle with bullets, with knives and with hands We battle and kill, 'til only one of them still stan

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 Black an

In silence they stand, row upon row Amid petals of red that gently blow In fields of green, long changed from the days When our sons hid in trenches from the enemy gaze In silence they stand, side by side Marking the place where so many died In fields of green, lives given for peace Where our sons prayed the fighting would cease In silence they stand, colorless and mute Blind to the differences that caused men to shoot In fields of green, what once was a shield When our sons held ground, refusing to yield In silence they stand, those crosses in white Symbols of hope, of freedom and light In fields of green, long changed by the plough Where