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Drums in the night give me a sign
I hear the sound of war
That is echoing through the streets
I can feel
Cold metal steel
The rhythm of death
Is burning in my mind all the time
Running through the night
To my 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 |
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