(Music : Azagthoth/Lyrics : Vincent) Weak
aside - no place for those our struggle Leaves behind Our Lord wonıt 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 wonderers to
certain fate Another victim reviled Iım
staring at you through the eyes of the wolf Tell me who is going to save you now ! Animal sense 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 bestow With a bow and a kiss profane Be a victor or be a victim
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