Legionnaire (Liege Lord)

A lonely fortress a desert sea The legion holds its emptiness against the country's mortality Forceful kept soldiers guard the concrete rails Serving their lives in the legion or spend their time in violent jails The watchtower stands the point to view the lands The watch guard shall die the first target in the sky Legionnaire's fight and death who knows their ammunition's running low Stand up the corpse to hold their guns they have no exit and no place to run Fight the fight wrong or right a death sentence on a desert night Might to might the tower's height the watch guard falls in their sights Naked steel hand to hand freelance legion meets its final stand Hear the roar down they go across the sands their blood will flow A lonely fortress a desert sea The legion held its emptiness and lost to mortality Forceful kept soldiers died along the rails They served their lives in the legion but their purpose had sadly failed Fight the fight wrong or right a death sentence on a desert night Fight the fight might to might a death sentence has their plight