Morbid Angel

(Music : Azagthoth/Lyrics : Vincent)
Weak aside - no place for those our struggle
Leaves behind
Our Lord wont 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