Bruce Dickinson - Gods of war

Tekst :

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

Inne utwory

  • Headswitch
  • Chemical wedding
  • Kill devil hill
  • Dreamstate
  • Midnight jam
  • Laughting in the hiding bush
  • Inertia
  • Road to hell
  • Acoustic song
  • Innerspace
  • Soul intruders
  • Toltec 7 arrival
  • Bring your taughter to the slaughter
  • The ghost of cain
  • Fire
  • Devil on a hog
  • Tattooed millionaire
  • Real world
  • Dive dive dive

    • Losowe utwory

    Burning red

    I see the sun begin to rise
    And I m blinded, too
    I ve seen the world through jaded eyes
    That I m crying through
    I watch the darkness hypnotize
    And can t fight it...

    Hold on, I m falling
    Can t breathe anymore
    Ocean has opened
    These scars need to heal over

    Caress the needle prick in my skin
    The...

    Hard to know

    (Maybe you should rattle the cage)

    Well, you should ve heard the way
    I ve been talking to myself
    Treating her like common trash
    On the side of the road

    And you should ve seen the ride
    I was taking straight to...

    Good-bye routine

    This heart is barely beating
    The air is getting thin
    Do you know what i mean?
    A change is due ? for something new

    This portrait of a fracture
    This x-ray of a big mistake, that s me and you
    And you know...

    Sfm

    SHE S A FUNKY FELINE MACHINE
    CRAZY CAT INSIDE YOUR DREAM
    SHE S A HONEY, SHE STINGS LIKE A BEE
    YOU RE THE PUNK AND SHE S THE QUEEN
    SHE S AN ANGEL, SHE S A DOVE
    WITH A TASTE FORA VILLANS BLOOD
    PACKIN...

    Soul song

    I will be waiting
    With a song in my soul
    A fortunate weakling
    Which I have foretold
    He raises his arms tied
    Above the opressed
    Singing this sweet song
    His melody opens up the sun

    Chorus:
    Freedom rained
    God has come
    The rivers of blood
    Pushed back in my...