Savages, Pt. 2

This will be the day... (Let's go men!) This will be the morning... (Bring out the prisoner) We will see them dying in the dust I don't know what I can do Still, I know I've got to try Now we make 'em pay Eagle, help my feet to fly Now without a warning... Mountain, help my heart be great Now we leave 'em blood and bone and rust Spirits of the earth and sky... It's them or us Please don't let it be to late... They're just a bunch of Filthy, stinking Savages! Savages! Demons! Devils! Kill them! Savages! Savages! What are we waiting for? Destroy their evil race Until there's not a trace left How loud are the drums of war? We will sound the drums of war (Savages! Savages!) Now, we sound the drums of war (Savages! Savages!) Now we see what comes Of trying to be chums Now we sound the drums... Of... War! Of course it means the drums... Of... War! Is the death of all I love Carried in the drumming of war?