And who are you, the Young Wolf said,
that I must bow so low?
Only a beast of a different coat,
that's all the truth I know.
In a coat of grey or a coat of red,
a wolf too has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
as long and sharp as yours.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
that King in Winterfell,
But now the snow fall o'er his hall,
with no one there to see.
Yes now the snow fall o'er his hall,
and not a soul to see.