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Drum Beats
Drum Beats
Drum Beats
The drum beats carry Soft across the foggy field And echo back in a hollow call
Cannon smoke sits in the air Tracing a slow path south To the wooded boundary
Rank and file stand waiting In uniforms pressed and buttons shined Ready for the coming fight
The horses prance with nervous energy, Their riders struggling to keep the line
And on top of that hill sits a man Surveying the land before him, Licking his lips in anticipation
Tha rump ump ba bump Tha rump ump ba bump Tha rump ump ba bump Tha rump ump ba bump
By Andrew Cohee