Man With Mystery - Kalmah
In the middle of nowhere
Where the wild spruces grow
Stands a man with his chainsaw
Gloomy thoughts in his mind
Until my foot has gone to sleep I must have sawn
A million blocks of wood no payment before
What a hell did I do wrong to deserve this trade
Feels like I'm a marionette an errand boy a slave
But I never give up
I will never give up
Gnawing bones muscle cramps backache
Coldness warmth heavy rains mosquitos
And this goddamn saw that will never work
But with a madman's eyes I carry on nothing they can do
A man with mystery
A man without history
A man with his story
A man with mystery
A man with mystery
A man without history
A man with his story
A man with mystery