Bolt Thrower - Tank (Mk.I) Lyrics
Spearhead marching onwards,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 awayAdrenaline 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 holdWith clear perception my destiny unfolds.I look to the refection, fail to recognise what's seenA figure closed in hatred, I pray that this cannot be,Faced by this total stranger - aware of your creationNo vision of the formed self - Controlled by your instruction,Onward you advance, left in a mindless trance,Hypnotised by your will, desire is now instilled,Now string face to face, your eyes failed with with hate,Held by your contempt, bought by weakness and by strength.
