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Gods Of War

Text písně 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 
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

					

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