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White Wolves
06:31
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Out from the black they stalk
Within the white they walk
They're here to rend and tear
To leave the bones stripped bare
Swarm of fangs and eyes
Snap down the jaws until it dies
Crimson blood flowing forth
Beautiful brutality of the North
The wind howls and wolves harmonise
Eyes fade as it dies
Carnage spread all around the place
Frozen terror on a lifeless face
Blood on the white snow
Gore on the ice floe
How the cold winds blow
White wolves
Down from the high hills
Out from the deep chills
In for the hard kill
White wolves
Thrashing forms bring it down
Sputtering scarlet, the lesser drowns
Throat ripped ragged and wide
The strong have lived and the weakling died
The butchering will continue on
Regurgitate entrails for the spawn
Masticate steaming viscera
Feast on the carcass, Nature's law
The wind howls and wolves harmonise
Eyes fade as it dies
Carnage spread all around the place
Frozen terror on a lifeless face
Blood on the white snow
Gore on the ice floe
How the cold winds blow
White wolves
Down from the high hills
Out from the deep chills
In for the hard kill
White wolves
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Wendigo Psychosis
03:40
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Snow falls down
Upon the taiga and fields
Frozen rivers
Of the Canadian Shield
Winter has woken
And has brought starvation
Snowsqualls pound the forests
Famine and emaciation
Within my veins
Hunger screams
Evil in my brain
Cursing my dreams
I have to feed
It's inside me
Cannot fight the need
Manitou of gluttony
I am wendigo
Treading on bloody snow
Terror of the North
Demon come forth
I am wendigo
Your saviour, your foe
Blackened to the core
This is real, not folklore
Blood runs hot
Melting through the snow
Steam rises
Where the crimson flows
Cut through the flesh
Divide the meat
Those that I loved
Are those that I will eat
Within my veins
Hunger screams
Evil in my brain
Cursing my dreams
I have to feed
It's inside me
Cannot fight the need
Manitou of gluttony
I am wendigo
Treading on bloody snow
Terror of the North
Demon come forth
I am wendigo
Your saviour, your foe
Blackened to the core
This is real, not folklore
I see them dead
Within my head
My children and my wife
Their blood on my knife
I am wendigo
Treading on bloody snow
Terror of the North
Demon come forth
I am wendigo
Your saviour, your foe
Blackened to the core
This is real, not folklore
I am wendigo
Treading on bloody snow
I will devour their flesh
There will be no one left
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