White walkers rule this iced terrain
Their death now life by will sustained
Leads the dead onward to war
A war unlike, unlike before
They rise to feed as one shall lead
This King from Hell frozen on steed
Eyes piercing blue with death in mind
With spear in hand, destroy mankind
No mercy spared for those ahead
Ahead of them on walls well fed
As winds howl of dead men walking
Men of the nights watch warm prey for stalking
Mindless with mission none the less
As death card calls on life professed
The siege by ice men now draws near
As blizzard blows its presence feared
Cursed is this land where walk the dead
These white walkers with wounds that shed
Battles of past and present bound
By curse rebirthed from frigid ground