Dummy dust, dummy love
Bloody cuffs, bloody hug
Gimme neck, gimme lung
Cutting checks, cutting tongue

When I took command of the Watch, You were stray mongrels, starving and undisciplined. Now you’re a pack of hounds. You’re sated and honed for the hunt. My brother’s city has fallen into squalor. Crime of every breed has been allowed to thrive. No longer. Beginning tonight, King’s Landing will learn to fear the colour gold.