25 April 2012
The drums, the drums, They sound from the deep, Never no more, no more to sleep.
The drums, the drums, They toll the hour, They're wakening one, one wakening power.
The drums, the drums, They're beating faster, A servant no more, now more the master.
The drums, the drums, They set the pace, The marching of some marching race.
The drums, the drums, They go to war, Never to rest, to rest no more.
The Drums • Opuss № I