Tip of the Spear - Gutter Instinct

dragged out from their castles

hands trembling with fury

blaze and blades in unison

draining them of their mortality

fumigate their temples

with mad barbaric devotion

die as i kill!

passing the point of no return

life is gone

what have i done?

the tip of the spear

born in despair, in a wolfpacks' lair

hellfire from a spark

towering heatwave combusts the monarch

the deed is done

can no longer call myself human

a final act of defiance

shook the earth in its foundations

an idealistic conviction

morphed into perverted actions

blood on my hands

does the end justify the means?