Winter is coming And the white ravens fly. A long night rises And a cold king of ice Leads winds of darkness against the realms of Men. But where winter rises Rises Snow. He who was born amidst tears and blood, A son of Ice and Fire, His life a promise Of a brother of virtue, And a brother himself he became Of nameless men in black. A watcher, a shield, a sword in the darkness, The light that brings the dawn And dusk his brothers brought him, Until he resurged amidst salt and