Mustasch - Deep In The Woods

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