I keep my pistol under my pillow and a rifle beside my bed Don't keep it loaded for self-defense, just one bullet for my own head I keep a monster inside of my chest, but I don't let him fool me, he don't let me rest I keep you caged in the prison of my pain, should've never let them save me So I'm haunted, I'm haunted By the wendigo His skin is leather His fur is coursing gray And his snarl is full of hate His heart is burning gold His veins are pumped with smoke And his hunger's always burning I'm in the furnace flame Beneath his matted mane Should've never let them take me Wendigo, takes control, of my bones Like a puppeteers hand, it comes up through my neck And pulls my spine like a marionette When it takes full blood, in a fire in his gut That's the curse of the wendigo Wendigo Wendigo Wendigo So I'm haunted, I'm haunted Wendigo, takes control, of my bones Like a puppeteer's hand, it comes up through my neck And pulls my spine like a marionette When it takes full blood, in a fire in his gut That's the curse of the wendigo Wendigo, takes control, of my bones Like a puppeteer's hand, it comes up through my neck And pulls my spine like a marionette When it takes full blood, in a fire in his gut That's the curse of the wendigo Wendigo Wendigo Wendigo Wendigo