war drums sound across the hills
reawakening the demon that slumbers within
stirring the dragon that lurks beneath
the gnarled veteran’s skin
hear the hell hounds howl
and the ravens cry
havoc as you sleep
mourning those about to die
lost to the muddy deep
know of hell
and all its sorrow
as you take aim your gun
and pray you see tomorrow
see your brothers
all die in vain
and never forget
how you still remain
and as the body count does rise
and the banshee screams
remember these horrific scenes
for they shall haunt you
in times of peace
every single day
until those drums do sound again
when you are old and grey