Vickie Winans Follow

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 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 way it stands alone
Consuming body and soul
Towering wasteland
Nowhere to run
Frozen alive
Your cryptic lie
Frostbite and starvation
Like an icy horde
Live inside
Walks you through the forest
God Of The Cold White Silence

Few can stomach how harsh it is
In the woods lurks a great old one