作曲 : Whale/Ward/Bench/Thomson/Willetts
Spearhead marching onward, 
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 [chorus] 
Adrenaline flows, 
Now filled with anger, 
Just what 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 
I cannot hold 
With clear perception my destiny unfolds. 
I look to the reflection, fail to recognise what's seen 
A figure clothed in hatred, 
I pray that this cannot be, 
Faced by this total stranger - aware of your creation 
No vision of the former self- 
Controlled by your instruction, 
Onward you advance, left in a mindless trance. 
Hypnotised by you will, desire is now instilled, 
Now staring face to face, your eyes filled with hate, 
Held by your contempt, both by weakness and by strength. [repeat chorus]