| They have to go. | 
| Get out of the house! | 
| Get out of the house! | 
| Leave! | 
| Right now! | 
| They need help! | 
| But no soul seems to be around | 
| Ghastly are the calls of some black crows | 
| Shrieking outside | 
| As if these creatures sense the fact | 
| That someone inside just die | 
| Traumatized and shocked! | 
| With trembling hands the girl grabs a piece of pie | 
| A bottle of water, a knife for protection | 
| And throws all that in a plastic bag. | 
| Run!!! | 
| The monster is still asleep | 
| And his two children run fast while the weep | 
| Driven by an intense anxiety | 
| The second escape to safety | 
| They will never forget | 
| Such a devastating sight | 
| The image of their mother’s | 
| Successful suicide | 
| They definitely learnt the hard way | 
| From their mistake | 
| There’s another path through the woods | 
| They now will take | 
| The children are tired and afraid | 
| They went astray from the only path | 
| They are now lost in the cold depths of these baleful woods | 
| The dark is getting thicker and thicker and thicker | 
| Oh… come little brother, we must seek shelter now | 
| We will wait until the next day | 
| At dawn we will find the way | 
| Oh thank god, daylight! | 
| It was a most frightening and dreary night | 
| The sun smiles friendly down upon this place | 
| It lights a path out of this maze | 
| The forest is now behind them | 
| And the city has been found | 
| Though their attention gets drawn | 
| To a small weatherworn playground | 
| Hungry, thirsty | 
| Such an exhausting journey | 
| Catching their breaths on a scratched bench | 
| Next to a rusty slide | 
| Here hangs a filthy stench | 
| They hear a squeaking sound | 
| And someone suddenly begins to sing | 
| A man dressed up as a clown, singing songs | 
| On the swing | 
| His face seems friendly | 
| But also kind of sick | 
| And… Ta-da! | 
| He makes their sorrows shortly disappear | 
| Oh children, | 
| There is a house built of gingerbread | 
| Covered with cakes and a thousand sweets | 
| It is mine. | 
| Follow me. | 
| You will see. | 
| You can eat. | 
| You’ll be warm. | 
| You’ll be just fine. | 
| He conjures up two candies | 
| They look sweet but are somehow tasteless | 
| They become drowsy in the back of the car | 
| And then they lose their consciousness | 
| They lose their consciousness | 
| Children, there is no house built of a gingerbread ahead | 
| My sweetest lies all lead towards a bitter place instead | 
| But one thing I promise you is true | 
| No one will ever find you. |