Paroles de Wendigo

Gaunt, emaciated, an insatiable lust for flesh. Decayed, unclean, spawn of the Devil himself. Skin tight-to-the-bone, he’s looking pretty angry. And he moves – so swift. You cannot take your eyes off him! Devouring the dark, the hunger never ends. Born in the mines, from the greed and the pride. A marvel of height, the menacing fear in your eyes – will prevoke its hunger. The only way out is suicide. Skin tight-to-the-bone, he’s looking pretty angry. And he moves – so swift. You cannot take your eyes off him! Devouring the dark, the hunger never ends. Born in the mines, from the greed and the pride.