I crown me king of the sweet cold north With my carpet of needles and my crown of snow I will shatter all guns and I will break all swords Melt the hate in the bonfire watch the golden glow And when it burns too bad gotta dig your nails into your palm White knuckles And when it burns too bad gotta dig your nails into your palm White knuckles I dub me lord of the kind warm pine woods With my blue lipped frost bitten flightless fae I crown me protector of the good Creatures hiding abiding by the hunter’s ways And when it burns too bad gotta dig your nails into your palm White knuckles And when it burns too bad gotta dig your nails into your palm White knuckles Why does man find beauty in submission? Rather nail her coat his wall than her eyes be bright He thinks something strong needs to be controlled In my kingdom the streets are always safe at night And when it burns too bad gotta dig your nails into your palm White knuckles You gotta hit so hard so they know that this was never their world Red knuckles You gotta hit so hard so they know that this was never their world Red knuckles