Spearhead - Bolt Thrower

Written by：Bench/Thomson/Ward/Whale/Willetts

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

Adrenaline flows

Now filled with anger

Just what will be the outcome

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 recognize 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

Hypnotized 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

Adrenaline flows

Now filled with anger

Just what will be the outcome

Mass confusion tears my mind my mind