God  Of  The  Cold  White  Silence  -  3  Inches  of  Blood

When  it's  cold  and  the  ice  grips  your  skin

Few  can  stomach  how  harsh  it  is

In  the  woods  lurks  a  great  old  one

Who  can  scare  the  flesh  right  off  your  bones

A  ravenous  specter

Walker  on  the  wind

By  many  names  it's  known

But  nothing's  more  fearsome  when  it's  face  is  shown

You'll  fall  to  your  knees

And  beg  to  The  God  Of  The  Cold  White  Silence

A  frozen  giant  with  a  heart  made  of  ice

Hideous  flesh  eating  creature  of  northern  desolation

In  a  land  so  cold

It's  story  told  for  hundreds  of  years

A  horrid  giant  born  from  the  snow

Face  to  face  you'll  be  torn  apart

By  it's  claws

Or  merely  it's  gaze

Under  black  skies

Treads  this  grim  arctic  god

Oh  great  old  one

God  of  the  lost

Long  and  bitter  winter

At  the  mercy  of  the  arctic  gods

God  Of  The  Cold  White  Silence

King  of  the  northern  forest

Feel  the  fangs  of  ice  on  your  neck

Slowly  draining  the  force  of  your  life

Forever  walk

The  way  it  stands  alone

Consuming  body  and  soul

Towering  wasteland

Nowhere  to  run

Frozen  alive

Your  cryptic  lie

Frostbite  and  starvation

Like  an  icy  horde

Live  inside

Walks  you  through  the  forest

God  Of  The  Cold  White  Silence