Songtext von Wooden Drum

The day turned night Inside the mountain a dreary dwarf town No sound at all Companion's path leads steep way down They found the place, the hall of past At last their hope, their hope went west They saw a corpse torn in shreds All around shattered heads A rotten hand Was clung to words from a burnt diary Go take the book We're gonna hear 'bout this dark mistery They're at the gate, Orks in the town A fiery whip lash shakes the ground The gost of living fire I hear the beating of a wooden drum Telling stories 'bout the Lost and Gone I hear the beating of a wooden drum Can you hear it too? All eyes on him A silent sting hit their hearts with fear The sound is near We're cought there's no way to get out of here The wizard raised, his wand in praise Flee out of here, escape the chase This is my day, my fight! I hear the beating