The Dead Are Coming
The Dead are rising on this cursed land,
Where the wolves dies and Kingdoms falls,
The skies weeping in dreadful fear,
It has blackened with no sign of light,
The emerald forest is frozen and long gone the children.
There rises the Night king
Indeed, he is the King of Kings,
He makes the dead live,
For he brings wrath,
For he is the bringer of the long Night.
The Wrath of winter has fallen upon us,
The kingdoms must unite and fight,
For The long winter brings darkness and fear,
Run towards light, Run for your life.
There, where the snow falls and dragon flies,
Singing the songs of ice and fire,
For the light to shine again,
So the kings will be forgiven and the wolves will be forgiven.