When I was younger I thought, that to kill or be killed was a thing to be proud of Victim of chance, prisoner of hope Hanged by the neck on the end of the rope I don't know, I don't care
Oh, one of the damned, oh, part of the plan
Cry-oh-oh-oh, the gods of war They howl and cry for more Cry-oh-oh-oh, the gods of war They howl and cry for more
Now taking both sides at a time on the front line You can join in the fear, share in the bloodshed Investing your money in guns, the infinite fun Of the warlord you saved, from a rusty grave
Oh, one of the damned, oh, part of the plan
Cry-oh-oh-oh, the gods of war They howl and cry for more Cry-oh-oh-oh, the gods of war They howl and cry for more
Cry-oh-oh-oh, the gods of war They howl and cry for more Cry-oh-oh-oh, the gods of war They howl and cry for more
