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