High in the halls of the Kings who are gone

Dany would dance with her ghosts

The ones she has lost and the ones she had found

And the ones who had loved her the most

The ones who were gone and so very young,

They never learned her name

They spun her around through the ash and smoke

Screaming songs of their sorrow and pain

And she never wanted to leave

Never wanted to leave

Never wanted to leave

Never wanted to leave

Never wanted to leave