The Trapper – Kalmah

In the eyes of the trapper fire's burning burning bright

He's searching for the crossing where the fox has left its traces on

Shortly finds a trail jam lays his snare under the trace

With care wipes his own marks and skis back along his own tracks

The work has been done as well as he does

Can't sleep at night can't stand the wait

He has to get up he has to leave

And before the dawn the chase is on

Gently slide the skis on the hardened skiing tracks

The narrow beam of the headlight moves around back and forth

Shows the way through the tangle reveals the gleam under the spruce

The yellow flashes in the darkness shotgun's flame lights up the sky

The gleam dies out

But the fire's burning

And on the gambrel's nails

Is hanging upside down

One of god's cereals

Giving away its skin and tail

Once and again

This lonely man

Is skiing back

Along his own tracks

Once and again

This lonely man

Is skiing back

Along his own tracks

Once and again

This lonely man

Is skiing back

Along his own tracks