[Intro] [Upbeat acoustic fingerpicking and singing fiddle start a rolling 102 BPM rhythm, joined by a punchy Telecaster twang and tight drums] [Verse 1] Three-section monster in timber-brown steel Coupled to sixty wagons on the wheel Five thousand tons climbing up the mountain height Through sub-zero frost and the endless polar night Side-rods are spinning, the massive bogies strain Twelve thousand horses unleashed against the train Through snow-gallery tunnels by the frozen water edge Largest machine on the arctic ledge! [Pre-Chorus] Gradient begins toward the border line Dynamic braking keeping everything in line Holding the weight on the frozen trek Keeping the heavy convoy in check [Chorus] Dm3 rolling through the mountain snow! Mountain snow! Iron ore thunder to the fjord below! Steel wheels screeching in the blizzard night Holding the weight with an iron might! Five thousand tons rolling down the track The ore train charging with no turning back! [Verse 2] Minus thirty and the gale-force blows Blinding white drifts where the heavy convoy goes Couplers stretched to the breaking point of steel Feel every jolt that the frozen sleepers feel Down through the tunnels toward the ocean deep Where the cargo ships their dark vigil keep Dm3 has done its duty on the ridge Rumbling across the fjord-side bridge! [Pre-Chorus] Gradient begins toward the border line Dynamic braking keeping everything in line Holding the weight on the frozen trek Keeping the heavy convoy in check [Chorus] Dm3 rolling through the mountain snow! Mountain snow! Iron ore thunder to the fjord below! Steel wheels screeching in the blizzard night Holding the weight with an iron might! Five thousand tons rolling down the track The ore train charging with no turning back! [Bridge] Minus thirty on the mountain crest Brakes glowing red in the dark northwest Steel against steel in the polar gale Riding the iron arctic rail Full descent! [Chorus] Dm3 rolling through the mountain snow! Mountain snow! Iron ore thunder to the fjord below! Steel wheels screeching in the blizzard night Holding the weight with an iron might! Five thousand tons rolling down the track The ore train charging with no turning back! [Outro] Malmbanan. [Pedal steel and weeping fiddle trade bars over a driving two-step, finishing with a sharp Telecaster lick]
