Mistwalker - Tinder Insurgents Lyrics

There is a brisk chill in the air
Out into the backwoods we go
Chainsaws and pulp hooks in hand
To gather wood before the coming of the snow

Felling down trees in the old trails
Wood chips, sawdust and gasoline
Evergreen needles and birch bark
Coat my red flannel and old jeans

Tinder insurgents, this is the way of the lumberjack
Tinder insurgents, woodsmen out on the attack

Fuel for the harshing winter
Getting f*cked up out in nature
Blasting Darkthrone out of the speakers
Forest metaller is my stature

Tinder insurgents, this is the way of the lumberjack
Tinder insurgents, woodsmen out on the attack

Tinder insurgents, Vikings hiking the Vinland weald
Tinder insurgents, mountain men, we shall never yield