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
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