Letra da Música Spearhead de 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
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]