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.