Pulgasari - Endless Convoy Lyrics

I salt the bath to clean my wounds
I sat and planned for many moons
You come to me though the hour is getting late
You ask of me to reconsider
About the load I shall deliver
But I am not concerned about your fate
En route to the promised land
Where my monument shall stand
I grease the gears and rally up the men
The birthmarks upon my hand
Guides me through my masterplan
As I was born to know where and why and when
I keep on truckin' and sing with joy
Feel the length of my endless convoy
To eternity I build to oblivion I destroy
Stand in awe of my endless convoy
The highway that I travel on
Goes on far behind the sun
You don't want me to but you best believe I will
As my (eternal) trek has begun
You will be sure that I have won
As you come to my fountain to drink your fill
En route to the promised land
Read the writing in the sand
Before my wheels will have it all erased
The birthmarks upon my hand
Will surely make you understand
Why you must yield as I put you to waste
I keep on truckin' and sing with joy
Feel the length of my endless convoy
To eternity I build to oblivion I destroy
Stand in awe of my endless convoy