Pepper Trail - To a Towhee lyrics

O towhee, you are ready With your ruby eyes, ever wrathful Glittering in your black hood Rusty swords belted to your flanks Your black cape thrown back Pierced with white holes Scars of battles past Your rasping jeer cries cries havoc through the canes This is war, not clash of high ideals But the real thing, endless, pitiless A struggle for the smallest gains A few yards of thorny ground The only home you have The only thing worth fighting for