Album: The IVth Crusade

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
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)