| The Sound of the Drum It beats in you, It beats in me,Sounds of the drum, Sounds of one.
Where nations gather and WARRIORS meet,
Where truth knows no defeat,Where ancestors rise,To pry open closed eyes,
Where freedom is sung,To win battles un-won,Where WARRIORS march on,Until kingdom come.
The sound of the drum,
The sound of the drum,
The sound of the drum.
Ancient rhythms that knows no past,It pounds to the masses,It fills heavens glasses,In all directions with every detections,In our reflections.
Clear, cool and crisp,It is glories bliss,No souls shall miss the pound.
The sound of the drum,
The sound of the drum,
The sound of the drum.
It lays claim where blood ties rest,Where the sons and daughters greet.
In rivers and streams,In seas and lakes,
One sound it makes.In trees, in rocks,In fire and earth,We give it birth.
Heavens abound from all grounds.
The beat.
The pound.
The sound of the drum.
The sound of the drum.
The sound of the drum.
Where all will mount,To stand count.
In heavy armor at the gates,Where all will await,It booms and quakes.
Echoes of hearts and minds,Through out time,In humankind,With no rewind.
The boom.
The beat.
The pound.
The sound of the drum.
The sound of the drum.
The sound of the drum.
Studly Dudly (aka) D.T. (c) 2003
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