Deep In The Woods - Mustasch

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 you’re 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