Darkness will fall heavy on the world. The stars will bleed. The cold breath of winter will freeze the seas and the dead shall rise in the North
What do we say to the God of Death?
I have seen myself walk along the battlements of Winterfell. I have seen the flayed man banners lowered to the ground
When I was your age, I lived on one bowl of stew a day. And stew is a kind word for it.