Gods Of War - Bruce Dickinson

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