From the distance it echoes in my ear,
The sound grows too near,
The world is covered with the sounds I hear,
So loud and clear,
Hatred is where they are from,
The sound of the war drum.
The beat pounds the heart,
The sounds echo in the dark,
With each new tear they come.
The sound of the war drum.
They beat louder now,
Hatred's solemn vow,
an eye for an eye,
Someone will die,
I hear the war cry,
I wish I could hide or run,
From what is yet to come,
With the sound of the war drum.
They beat in persistence,
No longer in the distance,
growing so near,
I hear them come.
The sound of the war drum.
