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?