Bolt Thrower Tank (mk I)
As innocente dies All tranquility subsides Running trepidation Isolated now Separating all ideas Must escape but how With no loss of pride Terror imerges 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 sleeps away... away No cries of pity No reasons 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
