When the wolves cry out Echoes in the old walls Distant are the calls On the winter’s wind When the wolves cry out Honour in the black bonds Held in the beyond As the lights they dim
Sometimes the last in line Are the ones who last in time
Blood on the snow Blood on the ashes I’m not ashamed of what I am Make it my own Make it my castle I’m not ashamed of what I am Honor calls Honor calls Casting away the final mists of doubt...
When the wolves cry out The smallest they will grow great No more shall we wait To rejoin the pack They will heed my shout So much have I lost here Loves I held so dear Taken by the black
Sometimes the lost bloodlines Are the ones who last in time
Blood on the snow Blood on the ashes I’m not ashamed of what I am Make it my own Make it my castle I’m not ashamed of what I am Honour calls Honour calls Casting away the final mists of doubt... When the wolves cry out
Breaking of the cycle Thrones are ever idle Winter on the walls Grudges to be unlearned Reach out to the unburnt Flame to cover all
Blood on the snow Blood on the ashes I’m not ashamed of what I am Make it my own Make it my castle I’m not ashamed of what I am Honor calls Honor calls Casting away the final mists of doubt... When the wolves cry out
Cry out Breaking of the cycle Thrones are ever idle Winter on the wallsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
