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 sites
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 sites
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 wight death
Now that you know the white death
