Bolt Thrower

From the glowing fragments of
what remains,
The soul shall rise from amongst
the flames,
From smouldering ruins the
power grows,
Feel the pulse of fear as we
regain control.
From the ashes of a million dead,
The children of tomorrow now are led.
Into the darkness as emotions slowly
Memortes of the past cannot be saved.
Blowing down to face your new
found life,
There is no escape, you must comply,
This resurrected hate can't be denied.
Asking for redemption - we laugh and
lok away,