Marching On

A ghastly wail lights up the night            

Filling me with an awful fright,          

Still I continue through the door          

Marching on evermore.                

The wind blows like the terrible cry            

Of a man in pain, wanting to die.            

I shake off the dread building within            

And continue on my path of sin.            

With a heavy hand and a heart so cold      

I see the man whom I was told              

Could stop us now and seal our fate,     

So I set now, his death date.     

Outside the window, he saw us there,      

As we continued on, without a care        

In the world as we raised hell                

To the sound of a twelvefold bell.

He doesn’t know, he will not tell            

I say to myself, trying to break the spell      

Of who I’ve become and who I will be      

If I seal here, my destiny.     

The master himself sent me here

It is through his will that I am steered

To the man, alone in the trees

Standing there with buckling knees.

Shaking off my feelings, I continue on

Staying my soul and staying my gun.

I raise I aim I point I fire

And suddenly the man grows tired.