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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
City of the Weak
City of the Weak
Performer
Brent Lindblad
Brent Lindblad
Guitar
Cody Hoffman
Cody Hoffman
Bass Guitar
Chris Collier
Chris Collier
Programming
Stef Huschka
Stef Huschka
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill Ward
Bill Ward
Songwriter
Ozzy Osbourne
Ozzy Osbourne
Songwriter
Geezer Butler
Geezer Butler
Songwriter
Tony Iommi
Tony Iommi
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cody Hoffman
Cody Hoffman
Co-Producer
Chris Collier
Chris Collier
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerer 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
Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that all to the poor, yeah
Time will tell on their power minds
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess
Wait till their judgment day comes, it's coming
Now, in darkness, world stops turning
Ashes where their bodies burning
No more war pigs have the power
Hand of God has struck the hour
Day of Judgment, God is calling
On their knees, the war pigs crawling
Begging mercy for their sins
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings
Oh, Lord, yeah
Written by: Bill Ward, Geezer Butler, Ozzy Osbourne, Tony Iommi
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