Spearhead

Among the ruins I stand
Beneath the quivering moon
Brothers march weapon in hand
To claim this new world in ashes
Superior men and women
Driven by hate for weakness
The scent of kerosene
Flaming bottles and flickknives
They would take everything from us
And leave us to wither away
Erase the past and present
And flood the streets with rats
I’m as sharp as I ever have been
Strong from the shaft
To the tip of the spear’s head
Strong from the shaft
To the tip of the spear’s head
And together storm
The streets in a rage
With the scent of kerosene
With flaming bottles and flickknives
And together storm
The streets in a rage
With the scent of kerosene
With flaming bottles and flickknives