Текст (слова) песни: 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 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 then 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 plan
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