The idea behind this song was actually the second Wendigo concept I came up with, right after The Wendigo Heard the Carolers. While traditional Wendigo folklore is rooted in darker origins, I liked the idea of reimagining one as a protector—a gentle giant who watches over a town called Snowfall and helps those under its care.
That protection, however, comes with rules.
Stealing to survive is one thing. Stealing for greed or to cause harm is another—and that usually earns nothing more than a very effective “scared straight” moment. But a bus full of murderers, stranded in the mountains during a blizzard? Guards missing, intent already known?
Tonight, the Wendigo doesn’t intervene.
Tonight, it feasts on the fallen.
This marks the last of the Wendigo songs for this year. It was meant to be a single track, but the idea snowballed into something larger—and I had a lot of fun exploring where it led.
As always lyrics are below, also can turn on closed captioning to follow along on the screen
Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
Snow’s falling on the mountains, and the road is sealed with ice,
A little gift from winter, oh it’s everything so nice.
A bus of wicked wanderers lies stranded in the cold—
And I can smell their stories, every lie they ever told.
[Pre-Chorus]
The town of Snowfall’s sleeping, warm in candlelight and peace,
They’ll never know the watcher who prepares the winter feast.
[Chorus]
🎵 It’s a Christmas feast for a hungry beast,
With a pinch of justice, seasoned sweet.
Every wicked deed becomes a holiday spice,
In the frostbit night where the wind bites twice.
Oh, the mountains serve the wicked best…
And tonight I dine on winter’s guests. 🎵
[Verse 2]
They came with cruel intentions, carrying malice in their breath,
But fortune finds the guilty when the storm decides their death.
No need for claws or fury, no need to roar or chase—
Just let the blizzard whisper, and I savor every taste.
[Pre-Chorus]
A hint of stolen trinkets, a trace of bloody plans—
A banquet built of consequence, arranged by nature’s hands.
[Chorus]
🎵 It’s a Christmas feast for a hungry beast,
With a pinch of justice, seasoned sweet.
Every wicked deed becomes a holiday spice,
In the frostbit night where the wind bites twice.
Oh, the mountains serve the wicked best…
And tonight I dine on winter’s guests. 🎵
[Bridge]
Let the snowfall hide the footsteps,
Let the wind erase their tracks—
For every sin that winter hears,
The cold will answer back.
I’m only what the season needs,
A guardian in disguise—
A gentle giant to the good,
A reckoning to the unwise.
[Verse 3]
The lanterns glow in Snowfall, unaware of what I’ve done—
Protected by the shadows where the winter has begun.
And while they hang their stockings, singing carols soft and low,
I finish off the justice that the storm began below.
[Final Chorus]
🎵 It’s a Christmas feast for a hungry beast,
With a pinch of justice, seasoned sweet.
Every wicked deed becomes a holiday spice,
In the frostbit night where the wind bites twice.
Oh, whisper thanks to the winter west…
For tonight I dine on winter’s guests. 🎵
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