The Drummer

Deep in tireless slumber, Lying idle to the cause, Only now i hear the steady drummer, Tapping at my door. Be it not the lice, Nor the food, Men to mice, Still and steady is the drummer. Boots will march but for so long, Yet Louder, prouder... Relentless is the drummer. Look to your left... Now to your right... Wild Wolves around you, Lovely Lads on a forgotten field, One lost his head today, Marching to the Drummers call. What is it that drives a Devil? Not the thirst of his Tongue, Not the strength of his limb, But the beat of his Drum.