paroles de chanson 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
Ho, 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