House Lugus

Coat of arms: A silver chalice studded with emeralds on a black field
Words: Drink, Live, Last
Seat: Lug Tower, near Tumblestone
Current Lord: Luisa Lugus
Region: Westerlands
Overlord: Lannister

Although hardly enough to rival the brood of Walder Frey, House Lugus still boasts one of the largest families in Westeros. Tywin Lannister has said, “If a man needs to die abed, or at fate’s whim, send a Faceless Man; if the circumstances of his death need not be disguised, a Lugus is far cheaper.”

The song A Hundred Feet of Red, Red Rope infamously chronicles the demise of Old Targin Lugus by his own brother’s hand, and is often followed by a reenactment if performed near a member of House Lugus.

On a cold morning with a hundred white flowers,
I was waiting for you, Old Targin, with a prayer,
Ever since then, mornings are always sad,
tears are my drink, and sorrow my bread…
Sad mourning

Brother, my hours have grown slumberless
Now the shadows I live with are numberless
Little white flowers will never awaken you
Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you

And what can I tell you, my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
I’m glad that you stood in my way

Alone but with shadows filled with pall
with your rope I decided to claim it all
Soon there’ll be curses and titles said I know
Let them be aware I’m glad to see you go

The Seven have no thoughts of ever returning you
They’ll all hear I was the one who hung you
Inside of you was not just strength and hope,
but also one hundred feet of red, red rope

C minor (Bb, Eb and Ab)
The form is eight bars long and consists out of four two bar phrases.
These eight bars are repeated throughout

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