( 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 mowl and cry for more

Cry oh oh oh the gods of war

They mowl 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