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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