Written [bad word] by Karliene

man with no past 
On a blood sodden road
motherless boy
man they call snow

Wild as a wolf
And cunning as a crow
They say he knows nothing
The man they call Snow

Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh

With armor of ice
And a fire in his soul
We look to the watcher
The man we call Snow

Death is drawing in
And heroes are no more
So we look to the [bad word] The man we call Snow

Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh

Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh

Wild as a Wolf
And cunning as a crow
They say he knows nothing
The man we call Snow

Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh

Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh