Mandibles, jaws
Mutated claws
The four-eyed beast of the wastelands

Feral and wild
Damned and reviled
Crawling beneath the desert sands

He never asked to be this way
But forever condemned
Son of the wild and the scorching day
When will his torment end

Scorpio
Where are you going
What will you see
Wild as steel angels can be

Scorpio
Destiny calling
What do you need
Freedom is too late for thee

Fangs of the wastes
Hated in haste
Beautiful children under the sun

Down on all four
The stinger of war
Could you have known you were the one

You never told us the story had another page
Were you alone there or is there a swarm to your rage

Scorpio
Where are you going
What will you see
Wild as steel angels can be

Scorpio
Destiny calling
What do you need
Freedom is too late for thee

They once stood among us
Walked and conversed like the rest
But their civilization
Could not stand up to the test

Scorpio
Where are you going
What will you see
Wild as steel angels can be

Scorpio
Destiny calling
What do you need
Freedom is too late for thee

Scorpio
It's not too late for me!