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.