A narrow arch opens

  Upon the hill

  A midnight wave

  Doth fourth spill

  A great gnawing evil

  Fills the land

  A darkening fable

  Is at hand

  A rain of terror

  Shall overcome all

  A dark ferrour

  Shall forge in his hall

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  On a mountain far away

  Out of the crimson fray

  Where warriors sway

  And knights bay

  Where men flay

  Or die today

  A lonely child

  Eyes of mild

  With heart of wild

  Shall be titled

  The winter king

  Will be his thing

  He will bear the ring

  And have frosty wings

  A mossy throne will be revealed

  Where the bravest heart will be healed

  That brave heart, the kings shield

  Will be knighted in a windswept field

  They will bring peace

  To the lands of fr? ńea?e

  With new crimson peat

  Making soil fertile, Come summer heat

  None shall starve

  For a few years more

  Except that evil

  Bereft and sore

  Dragging its tale it will hide away

  Until once more there are people to sway

  For rebellion is the reaper

  A dark repeater