In the winter
No king rules
Only her
The ice queen
She doesn’t come with the cold
She is the cold it self
She is the sovereign
And has no end
She doesn’t need a throne
Or a crown
She doesn’t need a army
Or allies
She is the shiver that comes
With the wint that foretoken the winter
She is the fear that comes
When the fire can’t bring the heat
She is the scream that comes with the night
Her soul is dark as the feathers of a crow
Her heart is made of ice
And the blue in her eyes
Is the coldest thing you will ever see
She has no mercy
No fear, no hesitation
She doesn’t choose her enemies
She is indifferent, ruthless and unforgiving
She is the mother of the wolves
Sister of the moon
Lady of the winter
Ruler of the snow
Many has fight against her
But no one could ever beat her power
Some pray for the Gods
Others try to hide
She lives among gods and monsters
But doesn’t suit in anyone
The lady can give war or peace
And all the living beings bow down to her
Composição: B. Valente e F. E. Biachi
Querido Sr. Coelho 