Weak aside - no place for those our struggle   Leaves behind   Our Lord won't tolerate those whom through   Attrition fall      We must dominate!      With iron through our veins and a will made so elite   Hunting for our daily bread and the sinister close in sight   Hunger always drives the beast and the women fall prey.      Leading all the wonders to certain fate   Another victim reviled   I'm staring at you through the eyes of the wolf   Tell me who is going to save you now!      Animal senses ever alert   Praise be to the father-war   As a servant I am serving myself and I bathe in anticipation   Unless you taste it you could never know   All the power our Lord bestows   With a bow and a kiss profane   Be a victor or be a victim