The song of winter is a delicate agony
I dreamt the future
A snowflake melting on the ground
I"ve seen my land burning
A creepy dark tale
My people die
My soul is bleeding
Whispered by deadly lips
Rage raising
My heart is made of ice and fire
My time has come, be king or die
The sun cannot heat the barren land
My time has come this is the last fight
Dark waves of black crows
In the cold sky
Hide the sun
Old trees staring at me
Winter is coming
Where nightmares grow
Like spiders web
from ice and fire
The Others are coming
The Wall is made of ice and stone
A threat impends over our lands
The Others watch the war of men
Maiden Father Stranger Crone
Gods can you save me
Mother Smith Warrior
I dreamt the future
A snowflake melting on the ground
I"ve seen my land burning
A creepy dark tale
My people die
My soul is bleeding
Whispered by deadly lips
Rage raising
My heart is made of ice and fire
My time has come, be king or die
The sun cannot heat the barren land
My time has come this is the last fight
Dark waves of black crows
In the cold sky
Hide the sun
Old trees staring at me
Winter is coming
Where nightmares grow
Like spiders web
from ice and fire
The Others are coming
The Wall is made of ice and stone
A threat impends over our lands
The Others watch the war of men
Maiden Father Stranger Crone
Gods can you save me
Mother Smith Warrior