Testo originale
ENTraduzione non ancora disponibile. Mostriamo il testo originale.
No stops, you keep on running till I tell you otherwise
Keep on crawling, always with your eyes on the prize
Up the hill, you are gunning for your next kill
My word my law my will
When you hear them, then you better run
When you feel them, then you better start to cry
This is the sound
The drums of war
Of raging fires
And burning death
This is the sound
The drums of war
Of raging fires
And burning death
You think I care, but if you fall I will not be there
In the air, the bullets are your only prayer
Feed the machine and the gods with you blood sacrifice
Their word their law their will
When you hear them, then you better run
When you feel them, then you better start to cry
This is the sound
The drums of war
Of raging fires
And burning death
This is the sound
The drums of war
Of raging fires
And burning death
This is the sound
The drums of war
Of raging fires
And burning death
This is the sound
The drums of war
Of raging fires
And burning death
