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 scare 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 its 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

Its story told for hundreds of years

A horrid giant born from the snow

Face to face you'll be torn apart

By its claws or merely its 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