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!