Snow

A man with no past On a blood sodden road A motherless boy A man they call snow Wild as a wolf And cunning as a crow They say he knows nothing The man they call Snow Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh With armor of ice And a fire in his soul We look to the watcher The man we call Snow Death is drawing in And heroes are no more So we look to the bastard The man we call Snow Ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh Wild as a Wolf And cunning as a crow They say he knows nothing The man we call Snow Ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh