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