Rising from mundane existence A new world seen through your eyes To deception give no resistance Your hopes and dreams are now sanctified Blind to the
Fallen are the people of the decaying race Now proclaim the legacy inherited too late, too late Mankind, the dying creed, reared on ignorance and greed
The time has come to leave this place, never to return Nothing's left but ashes, my body now is spurned Your sorrow will subside in time, my one true
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
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
Spearheads Spearhead - Pierces through you Fear numbs my mind, persecutes you Spearhead - Marching onwards Take my soul, sacrificial offering Your
