The Wooded Hills Along the Black Sea

One, two
One, two, three
Cause no trouble
Keep to our own kind
Known to exist
Hard to find
Neck deep in our passions
Serve who we serve
Enshrouded in moonlight
Bucking the curve
Under the radar
Just out of reach
Among the thick woods
A mile from the beach
The burden of exile
Gets easy to bear
Sometimes forget
There’s cities down there
Woodsmen with axes
They come and they go
Snitch to the prefect
'Bout what they don’t know
Smell the ocean breeze
We will never run out of trees
Under the radar
Just out of reach
Among the thick woods
A mile from the beach, yeah