WAITING
Sitting here waiting for the word...
The word that will send me back to hell...
Hell, just a word, but a word that I know well...
The smell of cordite, the whine of turbines...
While I wait, I can hear the sounds...
Sounds of mortars, of men in pain...
The smell of burning flesh, the smell of Death...
I wait for the word, I am eager for the word...
Hell is my home; hell is where I belong...
Home to dance with the Devil again...
Sitting here waiting for the word...
The word that will send my back to hell...
I'm not afraid of dying...
It's more like I'm afraid of living!!!