Uploaded October 2024 | Updated September 2026, 7 hours ago
Support local! Stay heavy!Bandcamp: wendigo709.bandcamp.com/track/wendigoInstagram: instagram.com/wendigo709Artist: WendigoAlbum: Wendigo [Single]Genre: Blackened Folk / Death MetalHometown: St. John's, NewfoundlandRelease Date: August 29th, 2024Label: Independently Released
Lyrics:
(intro for the folk horror movie "Antlers" spoken by Margaret Noodin in Ojibwe the languages of Indigenous people in Canada and the United States who are part of a larger cultural group known as the Anishinaabeg. Chippewa and Saulteaux people are also part of the Ojibwe and Anishinaabe ethnic groups.)Maazikamikweyan ogii-inigaa’aawaan, ogii-gimoodimaawaan biiwaabikoon odaapinamowaad.(Mother Earth has been pillaged, stripped of her essential elements)Gichi-Wiindigoon ogaa-amaji’aawaan.(A violation that has awakened the Malevolent Spirit.)Miidash wewanishinojin, nenaakizijin, meji-doodangin nooji’aawaad.(Seeking the lost, the frail, and the depraved… It is within us all.)Bagosendan gaawiin misawenimisinog.(Pray it desires not you.)Verse 1:In the forest where the shadows fall, a chill runs through the trees,A name that’s whispered on the wind, carried by the breeze.The Wendigo, it walks at night, where fear and darkness dwell,In the heart of winter’s grasp, where hunger weaves its spell.Chorus:Beware the beast that never dies,It feeds on flesh, it thrives on cries.A hunger born from endless night,In the Wendigo’s eyes, there’s no light.Verse 2:Among the pines, where light is lost, a figure haunts the glade,Its breath a frost that steals the soul, in shadows where it’s laid.A creeping dread, a gnawing ache, in the marrow of your bones,The Wendigo’s hunger is a void, a curse that chills and moans.Chorus:Beware the beast that never dies,It feeds on flesh, it thrives on cries.A hunger born from endless night,In the Wendigo’s eyes, there’s no light.Bridge:When the night is deep and cold, beware the forest’s edge,For in the dark, it waits and prowls, on the precipice, a ledge.One step too far, one breath too deep, and you’ll hear its call,The Wendigo’s curse is to consume, and you’ll answer to its thrall.Verse 3:The tales are told in whispers low, around the fire’s glow,Of those who dared to face the beast, now lost beneath the snow.Their screams are echoes on the wind, their bones are left behind,The Wendigo devours the soul, leaving nothing but the rind.Chorus:Beware the beast that never dies,It feeds on flesh, it thrives on cries.A hunger born from endless night,In the Wendigo’s eyes, there’s no light.Outro:As the fire dims and shadows creep, the night’s embrace grows tight,You’ll hear its breath upon your neck, feel its freezing bite.There’s no escape, no place to hide, from the Wendigo’s snare,Once you’ve heard its chilling cry, you’re already in its lair.
Support local! Stay heavy!Bandcamp: wendigo709.bandcamp.com/track/wendigoInstagram: instagram.com/wendigo709Artist: WendigoAlbum: Wendigo [Single]Genre: Blackened Folk / Death MetalHometown: St. John's, NewfoundlandRelease Date: August 29th, 2024Label: Independently Released
Lyrics:
(intro for the folk horror movie "Antlers" spoken by Margaret Noodin in Ojibwe the languages of Indigenous people in Canada and the United States who are part of a larger cultural group known as the Anishinaabeg. Chippewa and Saulteaux people are also part of the Ojibwe and Anishinaabe ethnic groups.)Maazikamikweyan ogii-inigaa’aawaan, ogii-gimoodimaawaan biiwaabikoon odaapinamowaad.(Mother Earth has been pillaged, stripped of her essential elements)Gichi-Wiindigoon ogaa-amaji’aawaan.(A violation that has awakened the Malevolent Spirit.)Miidash wewanishinojin, nenaakizijin, meji-doodangin nooji’aawaad.(Seeking the lost, the frail, and the depraved… It is within us all.)Bagosendan gaawiin misawenimisinog.(Pray it desires not you.)Verse 1:In the forest where the shadows fall, a chill runs through the trees,A name that’s whispered on the wind, carried by the breeze.The Wendigo, it walks at night, where fear and darkness dwell,In the heart of winter’s grasp, where hunger weaves its spell.Chorus:Beware the beast that never dies,It feeds on flesh, it thrives on cries.A hunger born from endless night,In the Wendigo’s eyes, there’s no light.Verse 2:Among the pines, where light is lost, a figure haunts the glade,Its breath a frost that steals the soul, in shadows where it’s laid.A creeping dread, a gnawing ache, in the marrow of your bones,The Wendigo’s hunger is a void, a curse that chills and moans.Chorus:Beware the beast that never dies,It feeds on flesh, it thrives on cries.A hunger born from endless night,In the Wendigo’s eyes, there’s no light.Bridge:When the night is deep and cold, beware the forest’s edge,For in the dark, it waits and prowls, on the precipice, a ledge.One step too far, one breath too deep, and you’ll hear its call,The Wendigo’s curse is to consume, and you’ll answer to its thrall.Verse 3:The tales are told in whispers low, around the fire’s glow,Of those who dared to face the beast, now lost beneath the snow.Their screams are echoes on the wind, their bones are left behind,The Wendigo devours the soul, leaving nothing but the rind.Chorus:Beware the beast that never dies,It feeds on flesh, it thrives on cries.A hunger born from endless night,In the Wendigo’s eyes, there’s no light.Outro:As the fire dims and shadows creep, the night’s embrace grows tight,You’ll hear its breath upon your neck, feel its freezing bite.There’s no escape, no place to hide, from the Wendigo’s snare,Once you’ve heard its chilling cry, you’re already in its lair.
