White Walker
We heard tell of White Walkers
We heard them all dead
Then come Old Man Winter,
He'll rip us all to shreds
Hide away your children
Then hide away yourselves
Dig deep into mountain
Dig far beyond the spell
They come down
They come down the Wall
They come down
They come down the Wall
You can hear their footsteps
Crush the fresh-felt snow
You can hear them beasting
Oh, tell me where's my crow
Harping every armory
Sharpening their blade
I pray for every one of them
And sacrifices made
They come down
They come down the Wall
They come down
They come down the Wall
So beware you king and commoner
Be ready young and old
They will hide the game inside the realm
For it's no match for winter's cold.
They come down
They come down the Wall
They come down
They come down the Wall
To save our souls
To save our souls
Autor(es): Brent Hinds
