Print

Winter is coming You'd better take care For then I'm released All mortals beware Lock your windows Bolt all doors And hope it keeps me out You better hope some more Living things wither Your bones feel my cold I silently slither Turning young into old Bodies lie broken Brittle from the wind One moment with me And frostbite sets in Nights, they grow longer When I'm around Your world is smothered Under frozen ground Exposure to me Brings on certain death If you don't believe Just look at your breath From Letras Mania