A spiderweb pulling back each movement that I make

Poor spider, I will burn your home in order to escape

And when the darkness grows onto my heavily loaded back

I'll shake it off my shoulders and I'll follow my own track

Run, run, run from the drag and from the treason

Far enough till I reach a warmer season

Run, run, run, in the long run I'll recover

Pull myself out of this, demand no other

Run, run, run from the drag and from the treason (Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

Far enough till I reach a warmer season

Run, run, run, in the long run I'll recover (Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

Pull myself out of this, demand no other

Once and for all I find my way through forests at night

Might seven years be all I have? For seven years I'd fight

When everything behind of me has finally disappeared

My body shall be put to rest, my spirit shall be freed

Run, run, run from the drag and from the treason (Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

Far enough till I reach a warmer season

Run, run, run, in the long run I'll recover (Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

Pull myself out of this, demand no other

A dark year before dawn

When no one is at hand

Before the time is gone

Run for your life again

Run, run, run from the drag and from the treason (Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

Far enough till I reach a warmer season

Run, run, run, in the long run I'll recover (Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

Pull myself out of this, demand no other