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Snow and ice fall from the sky

Build a shelter to survive

In the grip of death we know

Food supply is running low

Hunger, sickness setting in

My sanity is wearing thin

Withering to skin and bones

Luckily Im not alone

Too afraid to close my eyes

First to sleep is first to die

Watch and wait with knife in hand

Don’t care if my soul be damned

Death is starting to loom

My impulse is to consume

If I am to stay alive

I know someone has to die

Some may say Im sick and cruel

But now I sleep with belly full

Stranded in the ice and snow

Possessed by the wendigo