Machine Gunner

Safe in my nest I scan the night

I have no rest waiting to fight

Then a sudden light

Shadows become alive!

Star shells rise high

Painting a day into the night

A dance of death begins

No matter who wins

The rhythm of striker gives slaughter

An acrid stench: smoke of cordite

Gives the taste to any fight

I loose lucidity: deaf and blind

Nonsense: the only logic I can find

Here I am: the Machine-Gunner

Here you have the slaughter

Here I am: the Machine-Gunner

My aim is slaughter

The heart of my gun

Beats the time of no fun

My heart gets a beat at any target I hit

On my face the sweat drops white-hot

I die everytime the cartridge-belt is out

No breath till reload - till the first shot

The rhythm of my heart on striker

An acrid stench: smoke of cordite

Gives the taste to any fight

I loose lucidity: deaf and blind

Nonsense: the only logic I can find

Here I am: the Machine-Gunner

Here you have the slaughter

Here I am: the Machine-Gunner

My aim is slaughter