Verse 1 In the harsh frontier of Westeros, where legends carve their name, Rides Daenerys Stormborn, leaving towns in ash and flame. Sheriff Stark in Winter’s Hold, keeps honor close to hand, But the Lannister gang’s got gold enough to buy out all the land. Chorus Oh, the Thrones of the Wild West, where guns and schemes collide, With dragons burning prairie grass and secrets hard to hide. Winter is coming as the white winds howl louder Westeros' law is simple: around here, led is power. Verse 2 Daenerys rides a silver mare, her pistols gleam like fire, Her outlaw horde of freedmen grows, her legend climbing higher. Tyrion’s got a flask in hand, his wit’s as sharp as steel, While Jaime rides with guilt and gold, his gaze on Cersei sealed. Verse 3 In the lawless lands of Essos, a gunslinger named Arya roams, With a list of names and six-shooter aims, she’ll carve her own way home. The Red Woman deals in fiery spells, her charms will burn your soul, While Jon rides hard for honor’s call, the north’s eternal goal. Bridge Now Littlefinger plays his cards, in the smoky halls of greed, He’s a gambler with a wicked heart, planting every seed. The Night King’s gang rides cold and grim, their horses made of frost, They’re gunnin’ south for the Wild West towns, where lives will soon be lost. Chorus Oh, the Thrones of the Wild West, where guns and schemes collide, With dragons burning prairie grass and secrets hard to hide. Winter is coming as the white winds howl louder Westeros' law is simple: around here, lead is power. Verse 4 Bran's visions guide him through the dust, his mind a desert storm, While Sansa builds a rancher’s hold, her spirit proud and warm. The Hound rides lonely trails at night, his scars as deep as sin, And the Brotherhood’s fire burns through the West, for a chance to start again. Outro So saddle up in Westeros, where six-shooters shape the land, Where ranches rise and saloons fall by the quickest outlaw’s hand. The Game of Thrones plays on and on, through dusk and dawn’s cold light, In the golden age of cowboys, the West is born to fight.
I want this as a series.
Me too, should I make it
1:12 fastest draw in the whole wild westreros
Teleport Quickdraw Technique
Game of Cleavage, more like xD
I don't make the rules :D
This is the superior version of the franchise. 10/10, no notes.
Approved by everyone on earth , no exceptions
Mother of dragOOn
haha I like that
masterful....
me only sugestions: somehow include Mountain, Red Viper and Hound... they gotta be here...
and of course... Bronn !!!
Perhaps in episode 2?
Verse 1
In the harsh frontier of Westeros, where legends carve their name,
Rides Daenerys Stormborn, leaving towns in ash and flame.
Sheriff Stark in Winter’s Hold, keeps honor close to hand,
But the Lannister gang’s got gold enough to buy out all the land.
Chorus
Oh, the Thrones of the Wild West, where guns and schemes collide,
With dragons burning prairie grass and secrets hard to hide.
Winter is coming as the white winds howl louder
Westeros' law is simple: around here, led is power.
Verse 2
Daenerys rides a silver mare, her pistols gleam like fire,
Her outlaw horde of freedmen grows, her legend climbing higher.
Tyrion’s got a flask in hand, his wit’s as sharp as steel,
While Jaime rides with guilt and gold, his gaze on Cersei sealed.
Verse 3
In the lawless lands of Essos, a gunslinger named Arya roams,
With a list of names and six-shooter aims, she’ll carve her own way home.
The Red Woman deals in fiery spells, her charms will burn your soul,
While Jon rides hard for honor’s call, the north’s eternal goal.
Bridge
Now Littlefinger plays his cards, in the smoky halls of greed,
He’s a gambler with a wicked heart, planting every seed.
The Night King’s gang rides cold and grim, their horses made of frost,
They’re gunnin’ south for the Wild West towns, where lives will soon be lost.
Chorus
Oh, the Thrones of the Wild West, where guns and schemes collide,
With dragons burning prairie grass and secrets hard to hide.
Winter is coming as the white winds howl louder
Westeros' law is simple: around here, lead is power.
Verse 4
Bran's visions guide him through the dust, his mind a desert storm,
While Sansa builds a rancher’s hold, her spirit proud and warm.
The Hound rides lonely trails at night, his scars as deep as sin,
And the Brotherhood’s fire burns through the West, for a chance to start again.
Outro
So saddle up in Westeros, where six-shooters shape the land,
Where ranches rise and saloons fall by the quickest outlaw’s hand.
The Game of Thrones plays on and on, through dusk and dawn’s cold light,
In the golden age of cowboys, the West is born to fight.
Dear author, thanks
And what kind of girl at 00:40?
Just a random NPC, character or cameo (perhaps the author herself or his/her sister? :-) )?
If Daenery’s steed is supposed to be silver , why is it actually black?!
Questions, questions!
AI is scary.
Nah
Still less skin shown than the real show.
Damn