Gone With the Wendigo (Live)

Feed the spirit of the woods
Take it by the hand
Follow to that ancient place
Where no one understands
No one understands

Older than the sky itself
Hiding in the trees
Hungry for the souls of men
Feeding on your greed
Feeding on your greed

The Wendigo will grow and grow
Searching for another skull
Never satisfied with one
A belly never full
A belly never full

Skin pulled tightly to the bones
The smell of rotten flesh
The spirit of the woods will come
And bring you to your death
Your friends might be next

Hungry in the dead of night
Lurking in the snow
Passing through the midnight moon
The big bad Wendigo
Oh the Wendigo



Credits
Writer(s): Fraser Parkes
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