| Dominate |
| 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. |