Out here in the sand
when you don’t know who’s the Enemy and who’s a friend
and it f**ks with your head,
It’s hard to tell
What you’re fighting for
By the fourth tour,
When you’ve seen the Enemy’s father ask
“Why have you Killed my son?”
then you come and you tell Me
Who won
pounding
sounding in the distance
the drumroll starts,
feel it Beckoning
to your heart.
Drums, Drums,
the Wolves of War
Blood and Iron, sword and
Thundering Roar,
Slaughter, hands
slick with Gore!
Moving to
the drumroll of War,
Glory, Death and Murder-joy,
Come now lad,
off my boy!
Kill, stab, burn, Destroy!
Off we go boys, to
answer War!
Drums, drums!
rolling in your Heart,
don’t you want to
do your Part?
The acrid smell of
Gunpowder wakes Demons
in your Heart!
The Flames climb high
and homesteads Burn
Grab a women,
Take a turn!
Brutalize, Rape, Hurt, Take!
Drums, Drums!
The Animal call!
Screaming, grieving,
Pulling us All
A Maelstrom of Devastation!
an ignorant people’s Manipulated
Frustration
Drums, Drums,
Booming, Dooming
Land and body,
Spirit and Mind,
and tender feelings
Stripped from inside;
Drumrolls of War
Spilling over the Hills,
But
it’s Humankind
who Kills
