Tell me not that there is a higher [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 

Maybe this is the best
We can do with what we have,
Should we not be grateful
Privileged as we are?
Walking [bad word] old planet
Who are we [bad word] 
Such is the nature of man,
This was to be our lot.

The [bad word] is sad,
Much wants more,
Hang your head,
Ask what for
We sacrifice
Blood and gore
Before the eyes
Of the God of War.