Tell me not that there is a higher Truth to life than my own And forces of unseen kind Beyond our imagination At the end of the day Right or wrong must depend on Weak or strong, and how would we Hang the last hangman The truth is sad Much wants more Hang your head Ask what for We sacrifice Blood and gore Before the eyes Of the God of War I believe not life could ever exist
without the survival of the fittest Maybe this is the best We can do with what we have Should we not just be grateful Privileged as we are Walking this rugged old planet Who are we to complain Such is the nature of man This was to be our lot The truth is sad Much wants more Hang your head Ask what for We sacrifice Blood and gore Before the eyes Of the God of War