Bruce Dickinson

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