Scorned by the Snow

Drawn by the winter coldness we delve deeper and deeper to the forest unknown, we ride Frostbitten spirits scorned by the snow Driven by the hunger of flesh we follow Damned by all for a life of sorrow Driven by the hunger of flesh we follow Damned by all for a life of sorrow Our hunt had gone wrong, no food left by night I resorted to blood and ended the fight I'm consumed, I already know - taken by the curse of the wendigo Hunted beneath the sun, hunter beneath the moon Hunted beneath the sun, hunter beneath the moon Psychosis unleashed, nothing left to lose, nothing left to lose Haunted by the blood, nothing left to choose, nothing left to choose I'm haunted by the blood I'm haunted. Haunted