Weak aside - no place for those our struggle
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Leaves behind
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Our Lord won't tolerate those whom through
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Attrition fall
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We must dominate!
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With iron through our veins and a will made so elite
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Hunting for our daily bread and the sinister close in sight
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Hunger always drives the beast and the women fall prey.
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Leading all the wonders to certain fate
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Another victim reviled
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I'm staring at you through the eyes of the wolf
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Tell me who is going to save you now!
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Animal senses ever alert
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Praise be to the father-war
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As a servant I am serving myself and I bathe in anticipation
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Unless you taste it you could never know
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All the power our Lord bestows
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With a bow and a kiss profane
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Be a victor or be a victim.
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Dominate
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| Morbid Angel |
