He tried to
flee from the past
So he joined the foreign legion
Disembarked to no man’s land
He went through hell on earth
Pre-Chorus:
Legionnaire – March or die
You ain’t got nothing to lose
Legionnaire – Fight ‘til death
Not for pride and not for glory
Chorus:
Aim and fire, reload
your rifle fast
You have to kill with each shot
This assailing horde must be stopped
Hundreds of enemies as far as the eye can see
Hounded through the desert plains
Merciless, the sun burned on his skin
One hundred soldiers left the fort
The half of them died on the march
With only a
bunch of men
He holds the line – back-to-back
Killed in a crossfire – in a strange land
In loneliness the legionnaire died