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Drums in the night give me a sign

I hear the sound of war

That is echoing thought the streets.

I can feel

Cold, metal steel.

The rhythm of death

Is burning in my mind all the time.

Running thought the night

To the master

With thoughts of destruction in my brains.

Out of control

I can hear the warlord calling

Give your soul.

The bells of fire

Ringing out so loud

Back to attack.

Drums of the night make me wild

The hounds of hell are getting closer

With their gleaming eyes.