Song of Winter's Heirs Death, Darkness, Sorrow, and Despair Gather them all Now the Winter comes to us, Its cold and bitter Heirs. What in thine hour of power hast thou achieved That can compare unto the likes of we, Whom, now before you, seek to destroy you You shall fall, you shall die, We shall reign on high! So ends the hopeless love Of the Fairest and her Chosen Never shall the Seven gather Scattered far upon the surging tide! We shall reign on high!