Bolt Thrower

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 away
Adrenaline flows,
Now filled with anger,
Just what will be the outcome,
Mass confusion tears my mind.
Spearhead - No victory sublime,