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When it's cold and the ice grips your skin Few can stomach how harsh it is In the woods lurks a great old one Who can scare the flesh right off your bones A ravenous specter Walker on the wind By many names it's known But nothing's more fearsome when its face is shown You'll fall to your knees and beg to The god of the cold white silence A frozen giant with a heart made of ice Hideous flesh eating creature of northern desolation In a land so cold Its story told for hundreds of years A horrid giant born from the snow Face to face you'll be torn apart By its claws or merely its gaze Under black skies treads this grim arctic god Oh great old one, god of the lost Long and bitter winter At the mercy of the arctic gods God of the cold white silence Aus Songtexte Mania