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