A winter harsh, as any remember This could be, our final December We hunt where brave men do not dare By spirit wolf and brother bear
The ghost walks, so the old ones say Stalking men, who will be it's prey Though born a man it was cursed a beast For gorging the forbidden feast
Wendigo, I heard the wind cry wendigo Fear what you do not see Wendigo, I heard the wind cry wendigo It's coming for me
It's haunting us, riding on the breeze But we hold our ground, for we are the cry We shout our might to the great unseen By totem hawk and wolverineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
