Masters Of Guitar - War Pigs (as made famous by Black Sabbath)

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Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerers of death’s construction
In the fields, the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind
Poisoning their brainwashed minds
Oh, lord, yeah
War pigs
War pigs
War pigs
War pigs
Now in darkness, world stops turning
As you hear the bodies burning
No more war pigs have the power
Hand of God has struck the hour
Day of Judgement, God is calling
On their knees, the war pigs crawling
Begging mercy for their sins
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings
Oh, lord, yeah
War pigs
War pigs
War pigs
War pigs
Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that to the poor
Time will tell on their power minds
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess
Wait 'til their Judgement Day comes
War pigs…