Ratcliffe]
This will be the day...
(Let's go men!)
This will be the morning...
(Bring out the prisoner)
We will see them dying in the dust
I don't know what I can do
Still, I know I've got to try
Now we make 'em pay
Eagle, help my feet to fly
Now without a warning...
Mountain, help my heart be great
Now we leave 'em blood and bone and rust
Spirits of the earth and sky...
It's them or us
Please don't let it be to late...
They're just a bunch of
Filthy, stinking
Savages!
Savages!
Demons!
Devils!
Kill them!
Savages!
Savages!
What are we waiting for?
Destroy their evil race
Until there's not a trace left
How loud are the drums of war?
We will sound the drums of war
(Savages! Savages!)
Now, we sound the drums of war
(Savages! Savages!)
Now we see what comes
Of trying to be chums
Now we sound the drums... Of... War!
Of course it means the drums... Of... War!
Is the death of all I love
Carried in the drumming of war?

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