Drums Of War

No stops, you keep on running till I tell you otherwise
Keep on crawling, always with your eyes on the prize
Up the hill, you are gunning for your next kill
My word my law my will

When you hear them, then you better run
When you feel them, then you better start to cry

This is the sound
The drums of war
Of raging fires
And burning death

This is the sound
The drums of war
Of raging fires
And burning death

You think I care, but if you fall I will not be there
In the air, the bullets are your only prayer
Feed the machine and the gods with you blood sacrifice
Their word their law their will

When you hear them, then you better run
When you feel them, then you better start to cry

This is the sound
The drums of war
Of raging fires
And burning death

This is the sound
The drums of war
Of raging fires
And burning death

This is the sound
The drums of war
Of raging fires
And burning death

This is the sound
The drums of war
Of raging fires
And burning death