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My home's way up in to the north they say

Where the hunter may die all alone

Red men have told a legend so old

Of death whose sound is a moan.



Chorus:

I fly where the forest meets the sky

I race the northern wind where I go

My feet are on fire as I run and I cry

My name is Wendigo.



Where I walk are the prints of my feet

They burn through ice and snow

And the hunter who sees looks above in the trees

It's the mark of the Wendigo.



Chorus:

I fly where the forest meets the sky

I race the northern wind where I go

My feet are on fire as I run and I cry

My name is Wendigo.



White lakes and trees in the moonlight

A sound so lonesome and low

Is it the wind, or a cry in the night?

Wendigo, Wendigo.



Chorus:

I fly where the forest meets the sky

I race the northern wind where I go

My feet are on fire as I run and I cry

My name is Wendigo.

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ChastityMaundrell
18:16 Jun 14 2010

Wow sweet

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