Too long they've been living under the golden sun
Too long without the fear of the shadows
No one remembers the ancient ones
The ones who brought the wyrms from the Void
(Winter is coming)
Up in the north lies a great wall
Keeping the wrath of cold away
Facing the ghosts behind the gates
From the blood of the ancients
Descents of winter roaming free
They carry blades forged in the blood of their enemies
You must surrender of be buried deep
All hail the sons of north
(Winter is coming)
Up in the north...
Forever winter, the days of black and grey
Sorrow and sickness, we are the beasts of prey
Solo G.F