Lyrics

Eskimo, cold world ten below.
He's Looking for the wolf that killed his goat.
He aint gon let it go,
hunting All night
Nothing on site,
In this tundra, it's all white and it's freezing.
He reaching to killing.
Hunting
This is how you pay dues
Morning of day two.
The sky is grey blue.
Suddenly he gets a breakthrough
He sees tracks of the wolf feces
Cold and frigid.
His soul is beastly.
He looked on as he grabs his knife.
The knife is presoaked in blood frozen over night.
Double edged and a long one, curved like a longhorn
He sticks the knife in the
ground of the tundra
Sharp side sticking up.
Solid and stabilized
you can see the rage in his eyes.
For days he's dazed, mentally gazing his prize.
He walked away from that place away from his knife?

Hook
Best repent, best repent, best repent, before repercussions.
After death, then it's the judgement
That sin got you and it's clutching
In your flesh and it's rushing
At your best you're disgusting

God is just, He will judge
A little leaven leavens the whole lump of dough.
A little sin can eternally burn up your soul.
Here comes the wolf.
From a distance in the cold of the night.
Killer instinct, he smells blood, thats coated on the knife.
He approaches and started licking
Thinking, there's no obstacle
Licking like a popsicle, stopping was impossible, his blood splashes as his tongues gashes, on the knife. Swipe, His tongue splits open, no pain cause his tongue is frozen. His blood is delicious though.
Dripping with a continuous flow. This vicious wolf is weakened with every licking, blood dripping, he's not thinking, he's not breathing He dies and the plot thickens.
Here's comes the eskimo.
dragging the dead once elusive wolf. All the girls wanna get close. He's now stamped as the champ of the camp. But really a tramp
All the girls on his jock.
He approach em, game kicking and started licking
Thinking, there's no obstacle
Licking like a popsicle, stopping was impossible, till he got that hiv
This eskimo is weakened with every licking, blood dripping, he's not thinking, he's not breathing.
He dies and the plot thickens.
A little sin burns up your souls
Here comes the wolf.

Best repent, best repent, best repent, before repercussions.
After death, then it's the judgement
That sin got you and it's clutching
In your flesh and it's rushing
At your best you're disgusting
yeack!