A cloud descends but it does not rain
Instead of water, it brings us pain
On over thousand legs it prances
On its icy swords, our death dances
It flashes many standards red and gray
To each of their masters do we men pray
But none do listen as they take our goats
They rape our daughters as they slit our throats
Our farms are forfeit and lives are gone
The Few who do survive shall die by the dawn
When our liege hears, he spawns another cloud
They race from our land and ‘nother they shroud
The game repeats, only the players change
More men die as the pieces exchange
The high and mighty do laugh and frown
In the sea of deaths we commons drown
When the players are caught they never have to die
Their ransom is paid and safely they fly
And when all is over, all players are pardoned
It is the commons whose shoulders are burdened
It is we who build their castles and sow their lands
But if we ask for rewards, they’ll cut off our hands
Yet our heads are first to fall, our are the first groans
When the Lords and Ladies play their game of thrones