Timbers and wind-Red wedding song

I haven`t the smallest idea who made this but it`s absolutely incredible. It`s a song about the events that take place at the Red wedding, a mix of beautiful voice, beautiful lyrics and beautiful music. I like the fact that it`s sounds very medieval, a real ballade, so proper with all the others ballades from Westeros, like „The rains of Castamere” or „The dornishman`s wife”, like it was composed by a minstrel as they do with all the historic events in that time. You can actually thing this is originally from GOT. It`s completely heart breaking and most important-it promises revenge! All bow to the former King in the North! (Let`s hope now that if the king is death we shall have a queen-Sansa, the Queen in the North. It`s very possible, after all with Littlefinger you never know.)

And here are the lyrics: 

Now there once was a time when the northerners sang
of a king they had crowned: more a boy than a man,
More a pup than a wolf, with the cold of the realm in his eyes; 

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 soulves!

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