Hey, did anybody notice how cold it it today?
The Air is freezing cold, the sky is full of gray.
For the first time this month it's felt scary,
A calling for the spirits of survival, dark and hairy.
These spirits have existed since the earth had ice,
That's where they live, waiting for weak men to slice.
They look for men who want to live and are willing to pay,
The monsters get close and warm their soul, they know just what to say.
The man will accept, the spirit gets into him, and he's no longer a man,
The Spirit is now a creature that could survive the ninth circle, if any can.
Within the body is planted a dark seed
Making the man insatiable, always wanting to feed.
It never ends,he'll get thinner as he continues to eat,
When his humanity leaves, he'll want for human meat.
Who is this creature that rides the cold air,
that can take a desperate man and make him a nightmare?