In the cold, dark woods I roam,
A hunger that’s carved into my bone.
Ghost of winter, I’m all alone,
A cursed soul, far from home.
Oh, I’m the Wendigo’s cry,
Lost beneath the midnight sky.
Hungry for the pain and the lie,
In the shadows, I survive.
Flesh and spirit, I can’t deny,
Haunted by the moon’s cold eye.
Echoes of my past, they never die,
A beast that’s born to cry.
Oh, I’m the Wendigo’s cry,
Lost beneath the midnight sky.
Hungry for the pain and the lie,
In the shadows, I survive.
Once I was a man, now I’m a myth,
A legend born from the icy rift.
Memories drift, I can’t forget,
A soul forever split.
So if you hear my mournful tune,
Beneath the stars and the silvery moon,
Remember, I’m the hunger’s bloom,
A Wendigo’s endless gloom.