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