Spearhead marching onward,
|
Take my soul sacrificial offering.
|
Your initial strike taken by surprise,
|
Now left alone, condemned
|
by my pride,
|
Drained of all emotion - body now an
|
empty shell,
|
There's nothing left - you've taken all
|
away
|
[chorus]
|
Adrenaline flows,
|
Now filled with anger,
|
Just what will be the ourcome,
|
Mass confusion, tears my mind.
|
Spearhead - No victory sublime,
|
Another fallen victim - I will
|
not beg to you,
|
Spearhead - to which I cannot hold
|
With clear perception my
|
destiny unfolds.
|
I look to the reflection, fail to
|
recognise what's seen
|
A figure clothed in hatred, I pray that
|
this cannot be,
|
Faced by this total stranger - aware
|
of your creation
|
No vision of the former self-
|
Controlled by your instruction,
|
Onward you advance, left in a
|
mindless trance.
|
Hypnotised by you will, desire
|
is now instilled,
|
Now staring face to face, your eyes
|
filled with hate,
|
Held by your contempt, both by
|
weakness and by strength.
|
[repeat chorus]
|
|
-----------------
|
Spearhead
|
Bolt Thrower |