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