Machine Gunner (Anthenora)

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