Weak Aside - No place for those
  Our struggle leaves behind
  Our lourd 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
  
  We must dominate!
  
  Leading all the wonderers 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 lourd bestows
  With a bow and a kiss profane
  Be a victor or be a victim
  
  Weak Aside - No place for those
  Our struggle leaves behind
  Our lourd won't tolerate those
  Whom through attrition fall
  
  We must dominate!