Deep In The Woods

(albüm: Mustasch - 2009)

The wind is blowing in the top of the pines
A gloomy sky where the sun never shines
You're deep in the woods
The night is so cold and your lost, far from home

Inheritor of sorrow
You are doomed to walk these lands
This vast and lonely country
It has been formed by your own hands
Within these borders
The winters have grown colder
While the darkness is falling
You're on your own, far from home

Though you hate the landscape
This is the place where you belong
To be alone in silence
Smoke your pipe until kingdom come
Inheritor of sorrow
Will you survive this horror
While the darkness is falling
You're on your own, far from home

The wind is blowing in the top of the pines
A gloomy sky where the sun never shines
Deep in the woods, where the night is so cold
You're lost, far from home