Arise, arise, Riders of Théoden
Spears shall be shaken, shields shall be splintered...
A sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises!
Ride now!... Ride! Ride for ruin...
And the world's ending!... Death!!!... Death!!!
Forth Eorlingas!!!
Not crying, but giving me the chills: Littlefinger's Epilogue "Chaos is a ladder".
[spoiler alert]
Chaos isn't a pit.
Chaos is a ladder.
Many who try to climb it fail,
and never get to try again.
The fall breaks them.
And some who are given the chance to climb,
but they refuse.
They cling to the realm, to the Gods, or love.
Illusions.
Only the ladder is real.
The climb is all there is.
