Alive

Just like a tornado arising out of nowhere Then sweeping away everything in its path, So does a warrior's soul, arising out of nowhere, Sweep away all enemies in its path. Flayed, but still alive. Flayed, but still fresh, Riddled with thumbtacks and nails. I've lost everything, everything but the right to a final breath. I fight for my life and for my lucky star. When blood obscures the eyes, When the wind is like molten iron, When smiling goes against all nature — That is when the flayed alive smiles, and even laughs. For life, for love, and for my star! Flayed, but still alive. Flayed, but still fresh. Riddled with thumbtacks and nails, I've lost everything. Everything but the right to a final breath. Ah, total fucking disaster.