(verse 1) A winter harsh... as any remember This could be... our final December We hunt where brave men do not dare by spirit wolf and brother bear (verse 2) The ghost walks... so the old ones say Stalking men... who will be it's prey Though born a man it was cursed a beast For gorging the forbidden feast (chorus) WENDIGO! ... I heard the wind cry WENDIGO! (fear what you do not see) WENDIGO! ... I heard the wind cry WENDIGO! (It's coming for me) (verse 3) It's haunting us... riding on the breeze But we hold our ground... for we are the Cree We shout our might to the great unseen by totem hawk and wolverine