Drums of War
Together we stand in silence
listening to the rumbling rages
of thundering hearts,
with terrible drums piercing ears,
feeding our hearts with fear.
O terrible drums piercing ears!
On your lips are voices of the dead,
reminding us the flesh of our flesh,
the sons and children of the divided sun
who rest in the fight for freedom,
from the monstrous anger of the guns.
O terrible drums piercing ears!
Herald of death and its wagons, you've been.
Do we dance to the tune of misfortune?
Or glow as stars at the heart of darkness?
Though blood moon awakes dreadful scenes;
At the going down of the sun, in the morning,
we shall remember them.
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