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When I was younger I thought

 that to kill, or be killed was a thing

 to be proud of

 Victim of change, prisoner of hope,

 hanged by the neck on the end of a 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 the 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

 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