Where have all the good men gone

and where are the old gods?

where's the Stark in Winterfell

to fight the rising odds?

Isn't there some hedge knight upon an armored steed?

Late at night I toss and turn and dream of what Westeros needs...

I need a hero,

I'm holding out for a hero til the end of the night

He's gotta be strong, he's gotta be fast

and he's totally Azor Ahai.

I need a hero,

I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light.

He's gotta be sure, he's gotta be soon,

and he's gotta come back to life.

(Come back to life.)

Somewhere in a dark cave

in my wildest fantasies...

but somewhere just beyond the wall

there's an Other reaching out for me.

Racing on the blizzards and stealing away the heat...

Isn't there a bastard to sweep me off my feet?

(Chorus)

Up where the weirwoods meet the heavens above,

and where the Frostfangs meet the sea,

I swear that there's some weird little kid watching me through a tree.

Through the wind and the ice and the snow,

it seems like Winter has finally come.

No one from the South can fix this now,

not even with fire and blood.

I'll meet a hero

and I'll hope that he doesn't die.

From the North he'll lead

an army of men