LYRIC
Inferior minds
Infirm and wretched
I spit on your disdain [Verse 2] Deceiver
Fraud speaker
Put their scriptures to the sword [Verse 3] Inferior minds
Infirm and wretched
I spit on your disdain [Pre-Chorus] No refuge for the weakling
No quarter for the beaten
Loathing upon the infirm ones
And glory to the victor [Chorus] Procreate strength
Procreate strength
Procreate strength
Procreate strength [Pre-Chorus] No refuge for the weakling
No quarter for the beaten
Loathing upon the infirm ones
And glory to the victor [Chorus] Procreate strength
Procreate strength
Procreate strength
Procreate strength
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