Black shadows passed through trees Passed through stone walls Crept up galleries and halls A gem to take A gem to seize The Shadowfire For, the gem does possess, strength and conscience These are the things the Ice King desires A stolen heart held in the cold hand of the Ice King Will make him strong again To kill and maim Revenge for all that were slain A heart must be given freely You cannot steal these things For then.... They have no love No meanings The Wraiths gathered up the Shadowfire In the depths of winter In the bitterest cold A gem to restore strength To make them bold Slipping through the lock and hasp The Shadowfire carried away To the Ice king Whose cold bony hands waited, for the time that the gem... Would be in his grasp Screeching and wailing triumphantly The Shadowfire was placed in the Kings' hand Now he had the strength to take and conquer all in this land A battle to commence Destroy all Through a stolen heart Taken from the Great Hall