War Drum's

Boots marching in the ash

Faces set like iron

We cut the dawn

With teeth of the lion

Enemy flags in the mud

Blood on the seam

I hear the old earth

Start to scream

Hands on the spear

Knees in the grit and dirt

No saint will save us

We were born for it

Skulls in the fog ahead

Our Drums beating

At the enemies gate

I carry your name

Like a blade of hate

Hear the war drum

One, two, three, four

Hear the war drum

Break the sea

Black smoke climbs

From the battleground

Hold the line

Hear the sound beat

War drums in our formation

War drum, march as one

To the beat in the brigade

Till the winter kingdom’s done

War drum, war drum

Beat to a iron rhyming

War drum, war drum

Let the troop hum

Horns in the hills

Eyes in the pine

We move like a curse

Through the border line

Stone on the tongue

Taste salt in the air

Stings every open cut

And every old wound

Still fresh and young

Ashes will fall

Names decay

We become

What they made

Then the silence

Splits in two

And the thunder

Calls to you

War drum in our formation

War drum, march as one

To the beat in the brigade

Till the winter kingdom’s done

War drum, war drum

Beat the iron hymn

War drum, war drum

Let the night begin

One more base

One more scar

Carry the fire

Carry it far

War drum

War drum