The White God

[Intro - Heavy, crushing riffs. Slow drums like avalanches. Distant blizzard winds.]

In the farthest reaches of the frozen mountains...
Where avalanches bury the unwary...
The White God stirs...
Ukanlos... the Tyrant of Ice... breaks the world.

[Verse 1 - Slow, monolithic, sludgy]

I am the White God, brother to the Black
Where Akantor burns, I freeze and never turn back
My shovel jaw can crush the very mountains I call home
I swim through ice like water, claim the frozen zone as my throne
Silvery-white carapace, jagged fins along my spine
A compact face with yellow eyes—your doom is by design
They call me Avalanche Wyvern, the Tyrant of the Ice
Approach my peak without respect—I'll make the sacrifice

[Pre-Chorus - Building weight]

MOUNTAINS... (CRACK!)
GLACIERS... (BREAK!)
HUNTERS... (QUAKE!)
UKANLOS! WHITE GOD—NOW AWAKE!

[Chorus - Crushing doom metal]

UKANLOS! WHITE GOD OF THE SNOW!
UKANLOS! WATCH THE AVALANCHES FLOW!
UKANLOS! ICE BEAM THAT PIERCES STONE!
UKANLOS! FACING ME—YOU DIE ALONE!

[Verse 2 - Menacing, building dread]

My jaw—a shovel built to fling enormous chunks of ice
I dig beneath the surface with my own self-sacrifice
Once underground, my fins cut through, I swim beneath your feet
The Permafrost attack will make your very soul retreat
Three flavors of my ice beam—front, sweep, or up to down
If you survive the first, the second's sure to make you drown
My tail swing brings the Snowman status, freeze you where you stand
I roar and chunks fall from the ceiling—HG Earplugs are planned

[Pre-Chorus 2]

JAW... (SHATTER!)
SWIM... (MATTER!)
HUNTERS... (SCATTER!)
UKANLOS! NOTHING ELSE MATTERS!

[Chorus]

UKANLOS! WHITE GOD OF THE SNOW!
UKANLOS! WATCH THE AVALANCHES FLOW!
UKANLOS! ICE BEAM THAT PIERCES STONE!
UKANLOS! FACING ME—YOU DIE ALONE!

[Bridge - Slows further, spoken word]

They say I am the polar opposite of Akantor...
The Black God of Fire... the White God of Ice...
...if we ever joined forces...
THE WORLD WOULD END.

[Verse 3 - Faster, but still heavy]

I PREY ON TIGREX, BARIOTH, EVEN KUSHALA DAORA
ELDER DRAGONS FALL TO ME—I AM THE FINAL AUTHOR
OF DEATH IN FROZEN LANDS WHERE POPO DARE NOT ROAM
THE APEX PREDATOR OF SNOW—THIS MOUNTAIN IS MY HOME
MY WEAPONS CARRY -30 AFFINITY BUT RAW SO HIGH
YOU'LL CRAFT THEM ANYWAY BECAUSE MY POWER MAKES YOU CRY
Ukanlos Stone required, one every two or three
TWENTY-NINE TO MAKE IT ALL—GOOD LUCK, YOU'LL NEVER BE FREE

[Guitar Solo - Doom metal, slow, cold, atmospheric feedback]

[Breakdown - Absolute crushing weight]

JAW BREAK! (TWICE!)
CHEST BREAK! (NICE!)
FRONT LEGS! (BREAK!)
TAIL SEVER! (CARVE AND TAKE!)
SWIMMING CHARGE! (HOMING!)
45-DEGREE! (RUNNING!)
TIGHT CIRCLE! (ROAMING!)
UKANLOS! NEVER STUNNING!

[Final Chorus - Maximum crushing weight]

UKANLOS!
WHITE GOD OF THE SNOW! (OF THE SNOW!)
UKANLOS!
WATCH THE AVALANCHES FLOW! AVALANCHES FLOW!)
UKANLOS!
ICE BEAM THAT PIERCES STONE! (PIERCES STONE!)
UKANLOS! 
FACING ME—

[Outro - Fading]
...you die alone.
The avalanche ends
But I remain 

Sludge Metal, Doom Metal, Nerdcore, male