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