الكلمات الأصلية
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People are dying
Your pockets getting filled
It doesn't matter how much destruction is going
Whistles breaking the silence
Flashes in the night
Oh desperatly mothers cries
Your switch of death is dirty
Your white shirt is blood reddish
People are suffering, can you feel?
You close your eyes to everything
You just believe in what you got
Your money is the only thing that is real
Switch of death
Flashes in the night
Of War!
You are the god of war
You are the god of war
Of war!
We're the children of war
We're the children of war
People with a different culture
Who have a thing that you want
The black gold is your only sight
Building better ways of killing
Weapons of mass destruction
Signing contracts with your enemies red blood ink
Switch of death
Flashes in the night
Of War!
You are the god of war
You are the god of war
Of war!
We're the children of war
We're the children of war
People are praying
At the mosque they don't imagine what you got prepare
