"White Death" lyrics

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 sights

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 sights

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 white death
Now that you know the white death