Is there nothing I can do?
Will this really be the end?

Is it only death that waits
Just around the riverbend?


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?