Fainthearted princes stare into limbo Old mighty warriors circle the throne Polish and sharpen blunt rusted weapons Blizzard is comming, nowhere to go Winter, winter is coming, winter is coming it's her time Winter, winter is coming, winter is coming it's her time Forest is screaming, sky's getting darker Color of blood is filling the sun Fear of the walkers freezes the living Look of their eyes so cold and unknown Great wall is crumbling, first men are falling Down into darkness, pain and despair All hope is dying like fading candle Though it was vivid for thousand years