Winter is coming, winter is coming,
Days of geen leaves and tall grasses are gone,
Far above, on the seventh sky,
On the Stromhound's den the lock goes undone.
Let the Sleeping Dog wake!
Oh, see him stirring, oh, see him rising,
See him shaking away summer's sleep,
See his eyes taking glow from lighting,
In the shadows of tunnel so deep!
Let
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