(Intro - Deep, icy drones. Howling wind. Faint, crunching snow percussion.)
(Verse 1)
Endless white, horizon unseen,
Lost in blizzard, frozen scene.
Compass spinning, fuel low,
Just me, silence, falling snow.
Sound on wind, not a gust, but a sigh,
Giant presence, beneath grey sky.
Breath turns ice, fingers grow numb,
Knowing something monstrous will come.
(Pre-Chorus)
Air grows colder, piercing chill,
Unseen footsteps climb over hill.
Terrible hunger, on the breeze,
Bringing terror, bringing me to knees.
(Chorus - Crisp, rhythmic snow-crunching footsteps, faster. Chilling, high-pitched synths. Sharp metallic sounds. Reverb whispers: "Follow... Alone...")
Whispers in the Whiteout! Blizzard's his shroud!
Ithaqua's coming, moving unbound!
Relentless pursuit, frozen despair,
No shelter, no hiding, just ice in air!
Feel cold malice, inescapable dread,
His presence consumes, filling my head!
Wind-Walker's here, soul-shattering call,
In Whispers in Whiteout, I'm destined to fall!
(Verse 2)
Mind wanders, through visions old,
Wendigo tales, courage turned cold.
Frostbite gnawing, illusion takes hold,
Seeing his form, vast, untold.
Strides through tempest, giant of fear,
Eyes like ice, drawing horribly near.
Snow piles deeper, grave in drift,
No time for praying, no chance for gift.
(Pre-Chorus)
Air grows colder, piercing chill,
Unseen footsteps climb over hill.
Terrible hunger, on the breeze,
Bringing terror, bringing me to knees.
(Chorus - Beat intense, percussion frantic. Synths dissonant, overwhelming.)
Whispers in the Whiteout! Blizzard's his shroud!
Ithaqua's coming, moving unbound!
Relentless pursuit, frozen despair,
No shelter, no hiding, just ice in air!
Feel cold malice, inescapable dread,
His presence consumes, filling my head!
Wind-Walker's here, soul-shattering call,
In Whispers in Whiteout, I'm destined to fall!
(Bridge - Music to vast, icy drones, howling wind. Sharp sonic bursts. Profound isolation, delirium.)
Is it real? Or frost in my brain?
Phantom of hunger, maddening pain.
He's everywhere, in wind's icy scream,
Part of storm, part of dream.
(Build-up of distorted wind noise, frantic, crackling sounds.)
(Chorus - FINAL EXPLOSION - Full force. Crushing beat. Overwhelming, piercing synths. Chaotic, disembodied whispers.)
Whispers in the Whiteout! Blizzard's his shroud!
Ithaqua's coming! Moving unbound!
Relentless pursuit! Frozen despair!
No shelter! No hiding! Just ice in air!
Feel cold malice! Inescapable dread!
His presence consumes! Filling my head!
Wind-Walker's here! Soul-shattering call!
In Whispers in Whiteout, I'm destined to fall!
(Outro - Music fades to relentless, bone-chilling wind, slowly growing distant, then silence.)
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