He’d broken a vow to the lords of the Twins: Wed a stranger, a beauty, but a promise there’d been So the Lord Frey demanded a bridegroom as compromise
And the timbers groaned River wind softly moaned, “Oh, the King in the North doesn’t know How a red wedding goes”
Well, the feasting was plenty and the singing in tune And the Stark wolves, they howled ‘neath their northern moon So loud were their cries that the closing of doors was drowned out
Lady Catelyn alone had the river’s sharp ear Heard dancing reels turn to the Rains of Castamere In her skin and bones growled a creature of doubt
And the timbers groaned River wind softly moaned, “Oh, the King in the North soon will know How a red wedding goes”
There were arrows and daggers, and the touch of them burned; From players to slayers in an instant were turned And the foreigner Queen was the first to fall under the knife
With two arrows in him, the King crawled to her side While his mother, she pleaded for the Lord to subside But he’d taken their word, and to break it meant no right to life
And the timbers groaned River wind softly moaned, “Oh, the King in the North, now he knows How a red wedding goes”
Lord Bolton approached; with a thrust to Robb’s heart He gave him the Lannister Lions’ regards And the king’s mother wept, for his last word had called her to him
There was nothing she felt cutting Lady Frey’s throat And she felt nothing more when they slashed her own The North will remember, she thought, and they’ll have all your skins
And the timbers groaned Now the wolves lie below Oh, the King in the North, if he’d known How a red wedding goes
And the timbers groan But the North waits; they know That one day the blood they are owed Will run ‘neath their soles