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