Bolt Thrower - Spearhead

(6:47)
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