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
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