He held it up alone for eighteen thousand years. No one forgot him. No one could help him.
FROST THRONE（MAIN THEME）VERSION A
FROST THRONE（IMPERIAL VERSION）VERSION B
Count the towers. Count the stair. Count the years. They were all there.
Frost on the iron, frost on the bone. Eighteen thousand years, and it stood alone.
We had a chair
We had a chair and a wall and a name
We had a chair and a wall and a name and we never once asked Who was going to be holding it up
He held it up Eighteen thousand years
He held it up
Eighteen thousand years, and no one heard
He held it alone
Eighteen thousand years, and someone came He let it fall
Forty seconds. That's the whole of it.
Then the old man folded up a room.
Half a wall. Half a chair. Still standing. Eighteen thousand years on his shoulder.
