If the Old Gods had names, what would they be? And would you call them to their face? If you were faced with them In all their glory What would you ask if you had just one question?
And yeah, yeah, Faith is great Yeah, yeah, Faith is good Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
What if the Gods were amongst us? Just some random guys like us? Not some memories cloaked in dust Trying to protect their home?
If Gods had faces, what would they look like? Like the ones in the trees? Do they approve that? And then would you believe in things like heavens and in heart trees and hells and all those stories
Trying to protect their tree homes Surviving in the North alone Forgotten under the Iron Throne Their memory turning into stone
Just trying protect their old homes Red as blood and white as bone Left up to stand watch all alone Just trying to protect their old homes Forgotten under the Iron Throne Their memory turning into stone