Текст Bruce Dickinson – Gods Of War

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

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