| The clothes are soaked, | |
| pours from my face. | |
| The bittersweet wine, | |
| the blood of the human race. | |
| An endless journey | |
| Through flesh and bone | |
| When the carvings start | |
| The will to control my soul is gone | |
| The ravenous spirit i altar | |
| My thoughts impaled by you | |
| I eat the life | |
| I suck out their strength. | |
| That what i sink my teeth into | |
| Will increase my body's length | |
| No more sickness and no more decease | |
| Your fluids will make the aging process cease | |
| The ravenous spirit i altar | |
| My thoughts impaled by you. | |
| This poison, I'm burning up inside | |
| I'm lost in this world of red | |
| Now feel the taste of fear | |
| When my blade runs deep inside you | |
| I slit your body open | |
| Soon you will be a part of me | |
| So scattered, so helpless, so lost... | |
| The spirit of Wendigo is in me |