The Legionnaire

Lying on some sun-bleached dune,
Awaiting the last assault, it won't be long, oh not long
I feel so out of place...a lifeless land,
What a forlorn place for a man to die

Not contemplating, is it wtong or is it right
Playing God in foreign lands, announcing
Death, the harbinger
"Vive la morte" I cry, without remorse I wield
The killing tool

I too once lived, till I had to flee,
So far away, from all that I loved
All that I left behind
I became a machine, trained to kill and forget
What I had once been
Why do I still feel the pain, there must be some
They did not erase...an error in the machine

Oh I can see it now, the dusty road to death
No turing back...it's my coffin full of dreams
And it's all I have, in the final scene...welcome death
No one sheds a tear, for the legionnaire
Yours is to do and die and not...to question why
Make ready... And over the top you go

This is the final stand, no turing back now,
Time to meet your fate
All my hopes in vain, all just a coffin full of
Dreams, a coffin full of dreams
I have made my peace, to my spirit
I shall remain true
Even though I embrace death, my tortured
Soul will finally be freed