Locomotive

A locomotive Barreling through blizzard's tracks The engines pump fiercely Churning white skies into black Hot with steamy rage Its whistle screams into the air Reminding all who hear it A monster is drawing near It doesn't care for winter Or the snowdrifts piling on It feeds on the very mountains And breathes fire from their ore And as darkness falls across the land This train, keeps coming on It's glowing eyes shining bright Onto beds of steel and rock I hear it in the distance, now It wails into the night And cast a chill right through me More than the snow and ice The ground begins to tremble The air grows colder still And I loathe that locomotive That comes against my will My bags I've packed with this and that And family waits to send me off Underneath the cold starlight Where that train will soon be stopped Then off to fight another fight I've heard that call to arms But it's this train I fear the most For it takes me off to war