3 Inches of Blood - God Of The Cold White Silence
When it's cold and the ice grips your skinFew can stomach how harsh it isIn the woods lurks a great old oneWho can scare the flesh right off your bonesA ravenous specterWalker on the windBy many names it's knownBut nothing's more fearsome when it's face is shownYou'll fall to your knees and beg toThe god of the cold white silenceA frozen giant with a heart made of iceHideous flesh eating creature of northern desolationIn a land so coldIt's story told for hundreds of yearsA horrid giant born from the snowFace to face you'll be torn apartBy it's claws or merely it's gazeUnder black skies treads this grim arctic godOh great old one, god of the lostLong and bitter winterAt the mercy of the arctic godsGod of the cold white silenceFeel the fangs of ice on your neckSlowly draining the force of your lifeForever walk the wastelands aloneThe way it stands aloneConsuming body and soulTowering wastelandNowhere to runFrozen aliveYour cryptic lieFrostbite and starvationLike an icy hordeLive insideWalks you through the forestGod Of The Cold White Silence
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