Gods of War (Live At The Marquee)

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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 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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