God of the Cold White Silence - 3 Inches Of Blood

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 it’s 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

It’s story told for hundreds of years

A horrid giant born from the snow

Face to face you’ll be torn apart

By it’s claws or merely it’s 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

Feel the fangs of ice on your neck

Slowly draining the force of your life

Forever walk the wastelands alone

The way it stands alone

Consuming body and soul

Towering wasteland

Nowhere to run

Frozen alive

Your cryptic lie

Frostbite and starvation

Like an icy horde

Live inside

Walks you through the forest

God Of The Cold White Silence