Tell me not that there is a highernTruth to life than my ownnAnd forces of unseen kindnBeyond our imaginationnAt the end of the daynRight or wrong must depend onnWeak or strong, and how would wenHang the last hangmannnThe truth is sadnMuch wants morenHang your headnAsk what fornWe sacrificenBlood and gorenBefore the eyesnOf the God of WarnnI believe not life could ever existnwithout the survival of the fittestnnMaybe this is the bestnWe can do with what we havenShould we not be gratefulnPrivileged as we arenWalking this rugged old planetnWho are we to complainnSuch is the nature of mannThis was to be our lotnnThe truth is sadnMuch wants morenHang your headnAsk what fornWe sacrificenBlood and gorenBefore the eyesnOf the God of War