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 sites 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 sites 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 wight death Now that you know the white death