Patrick Bourke

War Gods We faced them squarely as we entered on the field None of us would turn our backs and none of us would yield With our pride and our honour and our orders from above We kill in the name of hate or in the name of love We took our banners and we proudly waved them high We don?t need a reason and we don?t care if we die You choose up the weapons and we?ll choose up the sides. We will gladly pay the coin but you must pay the lives. Chorus So hear the ancient call to avenge a brothers death Stand until they fall we must put them all to rest We started out with sticks and stones and then we made some spears Pushed back the edge of night to alleviate our fear Fighting one another with the arrow and the sword And death was the final prize we claim as our reward It never ever took too much for us to start a war An imaginary slight just to even up the score And all those opposed to us would pay the price in blood As we trampled over their cities and destroyed the name of love. The sixties were so hard on us when they finally saw our face Through ignorance and time well the memories were erased The slain and the wounded slowly slipped from public view And opened up the eighties well we started all anew. Now we can kill more with just a single blow A sacrifice to the gods above or to the one below The horsemen of the apocalypse are riding through the sky And the last thing that?s left now is to see the missiles fly. So hear the ancient call