When the days are cold,

Everything dark unfolds,

All the ways we see

Look like they are made of water beads

Of menaces and lost hope.

When the days are cold,

Everything dark unfolds,

We will not fall,

Or lower our head,

We'll stand twenty feet tall.

We'll raise our kingdom walls,

They'll try to sever them down,

But we won't let them in

We'll fight them in the battle field,

We'll win our victory.

When the days are cold,

Everything dark unfolds,

We'll rejoice and sing,

As we'd raise toasts to our triumph,

Because it 'd have all happened and we'd have made history.