Menace for the living stands on porch,
Rags and bones from beyond the Wall.
Steel is almost futile, burn the torch,
Flames will glut those without a soul.
Dead army has been forged in coldness
The masterpiece of pitchblack poison,
Fast ruin stares northern fortress
White demons strive for bloody foison.
Separated kingdoms
Bite each other like wolves
End of their freedoms -
Still invisible truth.
Knee high in the fighting
What about to unite?
And together riding
Bring defeat to the Night.
Troop of zombies plod along in throes
Thinking only of pulsing flesh
Way of riddance hardly someone knows,
Books keep secrets, like grave keeps ash.
The arrogance of kings will crumble
A stone was cast, and waves are chasing
The spoils of war don't wait the humble
Those win who never drop the blazon.
White and Fell The Game of Thrones OST
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