Tank (mk. I)

Bolt Thrower

As innocence dies

All tranquility subsides

Running trepidation

Isolated now

Separating all ideas

Must escape but how

With no loss of pride

Terror emerges from inside

Screaming from within

Taste the smell of fear

Feeling in the air

Damnation drawing near

No beauty in this death

Encased forever

Powerless to resist

As life slips away...away

No cries of pity

No reason to repent

We have condemned the future

Life cheaply spent

Technology arise

There shall be no compromise

The stunned arrival

Followed by the blind

Helplessly now falling

Leaving life behind