To return to the cold
It isn´t much fun
To touch the trees no one has known
Go rest your head
Cause you can´t miss this

Poor boy became
A slave to use
Now despair moves in so close
Too many years free at last
He didn´t know so learned to speak
He clears his throat
Cause you can´t miss this

Poor boy became
A slave to use
Rebuild what´s left
Of this child, so weak
Sorry, changes, trample the plan
Death, stores, victims
Once more

[x4]
Keep on burnin´ through the noose

Keep on...

Poor boy became
A slave to use
Rebuild what´s left
Of this child, so weak

To return, to the cold
It isn´t much, but I´m free at last