One day the singers will make all of us immortal.

“She wants fire, and Dorne sent her mud.You could make a poultice out of mud to …”

“For herself, she wanted sleet and ice, howling winds, thunder to shake the very…”

“...the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword.""...a ruler who hide…”

“When Maester Aemon heard him sing, he said his voice was honey poured over thun…”