The cold creeps with icy fingers slowly from the north,
so I feel Winter is coming, Winter is coming now
Bend your knees lower your eyes,
this is your consolation for everything that you've done
Familiar faces in the crowd and gone in a breath of air
Last thoughts for those you love, and the gods that left you here
Familiar faces in the crowd, abandoned those who cared
Forgiven for your love, by the gods that left you here
So will your gods watch down as you strive to maintain
that which hangs in the balance?
Winter is coming now
Silent secrets in silent words you'll die to hear,
All for the love you kept away in the places that you fear
Where are your gods now,
Gods who watch down upon you?
