Wendigo’s Lament

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.