When it's cold and the ice grips your skin
Few can stomach how harsh it is
In the woods lurks a great old one
Who can tear the flesh right off your bones

A ravenous specter
Walker on the wind

By many names it's known
But nothing's more fearsome when it's face is shown
You'll fall to your knees and beg to
The god of the cold white silence

A frozen giant with a heart made of ice
Hideous flesh eating creature of northern desolation
In a land so cold

It's story told for hundreds of years
A horrid giant born from the snow
Face to face you'll be torn apart
By it's claws or merely it's gaze

Under black skies treads this grim arctic god
Oh great old one, god of the lost

Long and bitter winter
At the mercy of the arctic gods
God of the cold white silence
King of the northern forest
Feel the fangs of ice on your neck
Slowly draining the force of your life
Forever walk the wastelands alone
Consuming body and soul

Barren wasteland
Nowhere to run
Frozen alive
Your crypt lies
Frostbite and starvation
Take an icy hold
Lidless eyes
Watch you through the forest
God Of The Cold White Silence