It hurts to breathe, air so cold your lungs might freeze. In this place of your dreams, sustaining you through all the nights. Where it was a fight to sleep.
Love or duty, both can betray, only lead you astray. These so called brothers, oh brothers, how long until you lose another. Three horns I fear, three horns I hear. Now they’ve left me, they’ve left me.
Emptier than you know. We are the watchers on the wall.
Howling winds will not cease, blue eyes so piercing. Dead things in the woods, those woods unending. Dead things in the water, around your neck.
And now my watch begins. And now our watch begins.