White Walker - Mastodon

We heard tell of White Walkers

We heard them all dead

Then come Old Man Winter,

He’ll rip us all to shreds

Hide away your children

Then hide away yourselves

Dig deep into mountain

Dig far beyond the spell

They come down

They come down the Wall

They come down

They come down the Wall

You can hear their footsteps

Crush the fresh-felt snow

You can hear them beasting

Oh, tell me where’s my crow

Harping every armory

Sharpening their blade

I pray for every one of them

And sacrifices made