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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.