[Music: Azagthoth/Lyrics: Vincent]
Weak aside - no place for those our struggle
Our Lord won't tolerate
those whom through
We must dominate!
With iron through our veins and a will made so elite
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
Animal senses ever alert
Praise be to the father-war
As a servant I am serving myself and I bathe in
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.