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Litta breathes the wormwood wind, He cooks sweet cider in cauldrons... cedars sang to me today The Song of the White Walkers The night is near, the night is coming soon The clouds will freeze into the sky The girl Lizka is waiting for Jon Snow, But the road is far away... Litta weaves herbs into braids, The ferns in the thicket are tearing... In the silence of the dawn, the dews whisper to me About the Others that are behind the Wall The night is near, the night is coming soon, The clouds will freeze into the sky The girl Lizka is waiting for Jon Snow, But the road is far away... The Magus Litta laughs like an owl, Calamus of the swamp burns in the fire She will drive away the King of the Night So the Month told me... The night is near, the night is coming soon, The clouds will freeze into the sky The Lizka girl will wait for Snow! He will come to her from afar...
A split image featuring a winding forest path on the left, and a young woman with braided hair holding a flower.