The man that carried the axe stole...
He stole my heart,
He stole my soul....

I'll follow him to the depths of hell,
The weary trail we'll wander...
The man with the axe stole my heart,
My soul..
And with that man I'll wander...

We'll wander to the forest,
Away from sweeping eyes,
We'll wander in the forest,
Where the heart of steel lies...

The thoughts we think,
Are clean and clear,
Like freshly fallen snow..

They lead us in our actions,
Away from awful place....
From people with their prying eyes,
A cruse upon our place...

Their little thoughts and actions,
Drive us to the edge...