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
