The Last Legionary

It's your scars, you have to heal

your blood won't allay the thirst of dunes

your own fear you as a banana peel

and requiem is the last of the tunes

Bullets damming holes in leaking skin

gunpowder smell of a rusty kill

shooting fades, has sounded all day long

gates of hell are trying to prolong

What remains of the rest of the Legion

desperate laughter as if breathing helium

time's running out, the grave is ready now

made of sand for the last legionary

It's your scars, you have to heal

heaven or hell, who knows what is waiting

no more pain, no more to feel

no more officers investigating

Deathman knows you're near

calculated moments before he takes you

Deathman knows you're near

and there is nothing more that can you do

Deathman knows you're near

calculated moments before he takes you

Deathman knows you're near

and there is nothing more that can you do

Bullets damming holes in leaking skin

gunpowder smell of a rusty kill

shooting fades, has sounded all day long

gates of hell are trying to prolong

What remains of the rest of the Legion

desperate laughter as if breathing helium

time's running out, the grave is ready now

made of sand for the last legionary