The drums are beating
An eternal rhythm calling the men
Pulsing in their veins
Ringing in their souls
Pushing them
To war good men, to war!

The trumpets are sounding
An unrelenting pitch stirring the hate
While the passion of fury
And wrongs left unchallenged
Shouts above the crowd,
To war good men, to war!

The feet are marching
An undeniable testament of purpose
To break and shatter
Destroy and dismantle
One ongoing chorus of voices screaming
To war good men, to war!

The bodies line the streets
An unacknowledged torment wrought upon the people
When boys become men
And men become boys
And all are confused while leaders command
To war good men, to war!

The morals are lost
No more now than an unspoken legend
Of when men were good and brave
And women were strong and true
And under one flag, we all cried out
For peace good people, for peace!