Thrump, thrump, thrump echoes the beats of war.
Where were you when our way of life tore?
The people of Earth have no more fear,
the sound of war is coming near.
Some have said that it will not end,
others say that only time will mend.
Every generation came and saw,
the violence stuck like the tiger?s paw.
How much will be left for us to cherish,
this I ask before we all perish.
Where were you when our way of life tore?
The people of Earth have no more fear,
the sound of war is coming near.
Some have said that it will not end,
others say that only time will mend.
Every generation came and saw,
the violence stuck like the tiger?s paw.
How much will be left for us to cherish,
this I ask before we all perish.