Cold Butcher

Steve Macdonald

"This song describes the Great Lakes Cree Indian legends of a creature called a Windego (or Wendigo)." -Steve Macdonald

This song appears on the tape Journey's Done and the CD Crossroads, and is available from Random Factors and Firebird Arts and Music.

Cold Butcher

©1993 by Steve Macdonald- All rights reserved
Lyrics posted by permission of the author

Cold wind howls
Across the tundra, hard and bleak.
It cuts through to the bone
And makes your body weak.
The Hunt is all
You must feed or soon you'll die.
Famine drives you on
You soon stop asking why.
Cold pierces skin
Hunger aches in bone
I am the answer
I am the Night

Fear me!
For I'll chill you to the bone.
Freeze now!
For I'll turn your heart to stone.
Touch me-
And I'll kill and take your form-
Wendigo.

Heart of ice
Soul of snow and hunger.
You could become me
Starvation breeds my kind.
Strength of storm
I'll murder and then drink your soul.
Anger fiery cold
The Terror grips your mind.
Sweet ffreezing warm
Power in the cold
I am the answer
I am the Night-

Fear me!
For I'll chill you to the bone.
Freeze now!
For I'll turn your heart to stone.
Touch me-
And I'll kill and take your form-
Wendigo.

Freezing winds howl
Soul of snow and hunger
Cold cuts to the bone
Starvation breeds my kind
Strength of storm
I'll murder and then drink your soul
You could become me
When your soul exists in cold.
Sweet ffreezing warm
Power in the cold
I am the answer
I am the Night

Fear me!
For I'll chill you to the bone.
Freeze now!
For I'll turn your heart to stone.
Touch me-
And I'll kill and take your form-
Wendigo.