The wind is blowing in the top of the pines 
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 [bad word] 
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 
gloomy sky where the sun never shines 
Deep in the woods, where the night is so cold 
You´re lost, far from home