Bolt Thrower

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



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]