(1st VERSE) Stand in line as we march to the drums of the east, Paralyzed and possesed by crusadors deceased, Lost in the silence, the call from the
that lives on the lips of the wise (chorus) The beating of a million drums The fire of a million guns The mother of a million sons Civilization Stand
Listen to the sky screaming for vengeance this is a call for justice that must not go unheard many innocent are suffering by the hands of a few for
science that lives on the lips of the wise (chorus) The beating of a million drums The fire of a million guns The mother of a million sons Civilization
