A kingdom, a kingdom,

Seven Kingdoms Onward,

Into the long night,

Rode the Dothraki.

Forward, with burning swords,

Were there eyebrows singeing?

"Charge for the white walkers," he said

Into the long night,

Rode the Dothraki.

Forward, with burning swords,

Were there eyebrows singeing?

In a dragon formation

A director's dark visual creation.

Extras not to make reply,

Extras not to reason why,
Extras but to do & die,
into the long night,
Rode the Dothraki.

Zombies to the right of them,

Zombies to the left of them,

Zombies in front of them,

Slobbered and murdered,

With dragon support,

(John's lost in the snow)

Daenerys's men rode and well,

Into the darkness, (cuts to the budget)

Into the Night King's clutches,

Rode the Dothraki.