God Of War - Týr

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