Bolt Thrower - Tank (Mk.I)

As innocence dies All tranquillity subsides Running trepidation Isolated now Separating all ideas Must escape but how With no loss of pride Terror emerges from inside Screaming from within Taste the smell of fear Feeling in the air Damnation drawing near No beauty in this death Encased forever Powerless to resist As life slips away...away No cries of pity No reason to repent We have condemned the future Life cheaply spent Technology arise There shall be no compromise The stunned arrival Followed by the blind Helplessly now falling Leaving life behind