The Beating Drum

My solider
From the time you called
I warned you
Of the beating drum
It calls out
To the young and the proud
Come into the crowd
Take your position
And blow them away
Blow them away
Come to our side
Toes on the line
Stand your head tall
And wait for the call
Of the beating drum

And you'll hear war
And you'll hear war
It's the sounds of a storm
It's the songs of the torn
And you'll hear them cry
For the ends of their lives
They were just waiting for
The end of their war

You'll do it for the pride
And the marching tides
And the men you'll love
Like a brother of yours
And you're chin is high
And your eyes will shine
Your chest will rise
And you send off to the night
And you'll hear that call
Of the beating drum

And you'll hear war
And you'll hear war
It's the sounds of a storm
It's the songs of the torn
And you'll hear them cry
For the ends of their lives
They were just waiting for

The end of their war