A Song of Ice and Fire Prophecies and Visions

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Can you name the speaker/seer of the following prophecies/visions from A Song of Ice and Fire?

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'Fool's blood, king's blood, blood on the maiden's thigh, but chains for the guests and chains for the bridegroom, aye aye aye.'
'I dreamt of a maid at a feast, with purple serpents in her hair, venom dripping from their fangs.'
'An island in a sea of fire, it seemed. The flames were leaping lions with long crimson claws.'
'The sphinx is the riddle, not the riddler.'
'When the red star bleeds and the darkness gathers, Azor Ahai shall be born again amidst smoke and salt.'
'I dreamed that the sea was lapping all around Winterfell.'
'A tall and twisted thing with one black eye and ten long arms, sailing on a sea of blood.'
'Queen you shall be . . . until there comes another, younger and more beautiful, to cast you down and take all that you hold dear.'
'Dragons old and young, true and false, bright and dark. And you. A small man with a big shadow, snarling in the midst of all.'
'When the seas go dry and mountains blow in the wind like leaves. When your womb quickens again, and you bear a living child. Then he will return, and not before.'
Prophecy/visionSpeaker/seer of prophecy/vision
'I dreamed of a winged wolf bound to earth with grey stone chains.'
'The prince is riding, and he shall be the stallion who mounts the world.'
'Three mounts must you ride . . . one to bed and one to dread and one to love.'
'I dreamt of a man without a face, waiting on a bridge that swayed and swung. On his shoulder perched a drowned crow with seaweed hanging from his wings.'
One shadow was as dark as ash, with the terrible face of a hound. Another was armored like the sun, golden and beautiful. Over them both loomed a giant in armor made of stone.
A blue flower grew from a chink in a wall of ice, and filled the air with sweetness.
'Beware the perfumed seneschal.'
Shadows in the shape of skulls, skulls that turned to mist, bodies locked together in lust, writhing and rolling and clawing.
A corpse stood at the prow of a ship, eyes bright in his dead face, grey lips smiling sadly.
From a smoking tower, a great stone beast took wing, breathing shadow fire.

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