Spearhead – 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 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


Lyric Spearhead – Bolt Thrower