[Verse 1] [Whispers] (Footsteps crunching on deep cold snow, slow and heavy) [Echo reverb] (A creaking door opens in the dark mountain cabin) High above the frozen timberline, Where the frostbite steals the breath and the bone. [Voice: a chilling, rasped whisper] Who is knocking on the pinewood door? [Chorus] [Alpine yodl, high-pitched, echoing into the freezing void] Hø-í-o-hø-í-o-ha-ri... [The yodl abruptly shatters into a dry, broken crackle of static and vocal distress] [Dark ambient drone, oppressive and heavy] [Verse 2] [Footsteps on snow, closer now, dragging] The banshee of the ridge walks alone, Her fingers made of ice, her eyes of blind fog. [Screaming shriek that morphs instantly into a sharp, piercing yodl] [Witch house sub-bass pulse, muffled and menacing] [Outro] [Echoing whispers panning left and right across the channels] [The yodl fades into a low, terrifying rattle] [Instrumental]
