Dawn rises in time for the bloody end,
Word passed from mouth to thoughts,
It is time to send,
Send forth the souls hidden in cowardice.
Mouths and hands bound,
Hearts beating like the beat of their funeral march,
The time has come.
Emotions fading,
Bodies becoming weak,
Surrounding sounds drowned by the price of their debt.
Minutes turn to seconds,
Then Fire!
For once stood men,
Now lay nothing.
