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 Hide the sun
Old trees staring at me Winter is coming
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
Dark waves of black crows In the cold sky Hide the sun Hide the sun
Old trees staring at me Winter is coming
Old trees staring at me Winter is coming
Maiden Father Stranger Crone Gods can you save me Mother Smith WarriorTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
