This day is a spark of life:
Skin to the concrete, the violent gale of the saw to the bone
Stirred from sleep, this warrior is restless
There are no words for what will befall
A brittle, collapsing skeletal world
But the aftermath will leave the dregs
Lacking compassion and grace, stricken with death
At dawn we wage war
This is the skin to the concrete
This is the saw to the bone
This is a spark of life