Wendigo - Auger

Gaunt, emaciated, an insatiable lust for flesh

Decayed, unclean, spawn of the Devil himself

Skin tight-to-the-bone, he’s looking pretty angry

And he moves — so swift.

You cannot take your eyes off him

Devouring the dark, the hunger never ends

Born in the mines, from the greed and the pride

A marvel of height, the menacing fear in your eyes

Will prevoke its hunger.

The only way out is suicide

Skin tight-to-the-bone, he’s looking pretty angry

And he moves — so swift.

You cannot take your eyes off him

Devouring the dark, the hunger never ends

Born in the mines, from the greed and the pride