That is the time for fear, my little lord
When the White Walkers move through the woods
Fear is for the winter, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep
Fear is for the long night, when the sun hides for years
And children are born and live and die all in darkness
That is the time for fear, my little lord
When the White Walkers move through the woods
Thousands of years ago, there came a night that lasted a generation
Kings froze to death in their castles
Same as the shepherds in their huts
And women smothered their babies rather than see them starve
And wept, and felt their tears freeze on their cheeks
In that darkness, the white walkers came for the first time
That is the time for fear, my little lord
When the White Walkers move through the woods