Gutter Instinct - Tip Of The Spear

DRAGGED OUT FROM THEIR CASTLES HANDS TREMBLING WITH FURY BLAZE AND BLADES IN UNISON DRAINING THEM OF THEIR MORTALITY FUMIGATE THEIR TEMPLES WITH MAD BARBARIC DEVOTION DIE AS I KILL! PASSING THE POINT OF NO RETURN LIFE IS GONE WHAT HAVE I DONE? THE TIP OF THE SPEAR BORN IN DESPAIR, IN A WOLFPACKS’ LAIR HELLFIRE FROM A SPARK TOWERING HEATWAVE COMBUSTS THE MONARCH THE DEED IS DONE CAN NO LONGER CALL MYSELF HUMAN A FINAL ACT OF DEFIANCE SHOOK THE EARTH IN ITS FOUNDATIONS AN IDEALISTIC CONVICTION MORPHED INTO PERVERTED ACTIONS BLOOD ON MY HANDS DOES THE END JUSTIFY THE MEANS?