White Death

A ghost in the snow but his tale is true

Never misses his man and he's coming for you

A figure of old ways brings your end in the night

No matter the cold he'll have you in his sights

So pray to your god and draw your last breath

When you hit the ground

You'll know the white death

They try to take him and get him on the run

But the ghost in the snow, he kills every last one

A figure of old ways brings your end in the night

No matter the cold he'll have you in his sights

So pray to your god and draw your last breath

When you hit the ground

You'll know the white death

So pray to your god and draw your last breath

When you hit the ground

You'll know the white death

Know the white death

Know the white death

Now that you know the white death