Keeper
Knight at Arms

When the winter is coming,
when the wolfs are howling,
when the wood is crackling,
in the fireplace.
When the snow has fallen,
on the mountains high upon the sky,
When the ice has surrounded,
the rivers and the lakes.
Walks a traveller through forest,
through the mountains,
through the seas,
and he never stops wondering,
why he started his journey.
Not a diamond nor the gold,
is more beautiful than the snow,
not the silver nor the iron,
is more beautiful than the nature.
When the legends still live on,
when the people still go on,
there will always be snow,
and there will always be another winter.
What do you think? I made it myself.
when the wolfs are howling,
when the wood is crackling,
in the fireplace.
When the snow has fallen,
on the mountains high upon the sky,
When the ice has surrounded,
the rivers and the lakes.
Walks a traveller through forest,
through the mountains,
through the seas,
and he never stops wondering,
why he started his journey.
Not a diamond nor the gold,
is more beautiful than the snow,
not the silver nor the iron,
is more beautiful than the nature.
When the legends still live on,
when the people still go on,
there will always be snow,
and there will always be another winter.
What do you think? I made it myself.