Met by the Moonlight

Hearing stories
Of ancient lands and glories
Hearing people's hearts call
During Sun's deepest fall
Nothing will break the seal
Of the White Lady's gentle deal
Winter is Coming
The End's here harbouring

Do you feel the winter's call
Do you see the sparks of Yule

When the frost wind speaks
Down to the mountain's creeks
Loudly you can hear the cries
Of the Baby with grey eyes
Darkness embraces fools
Whose names are of ebony wood
Winter is coming
The end shows its glory

Do you feel the winter's call?
Do you see the sparks of Yule?
Do you feel the winter's fall?
Do you see the sparks of Yule?
Do you feel?