The beating of a million drums The fire of a million guns The mother of a million sons Civilization Stand in line as we march to the drums of the east Paralyzed and possessed by crusaders deceased Lost to the sirens that call from the turbulent tide

Come past the lies We cannot be so blind Hear their cries The wait 'til daylight dies No more broken promises Slowly we watch the degradation of the civilization The rise and fall of all we are Stands here before us

A lasting legacy or ruin brought in haste? The enemy of truth is lying there in state What we are witnessing is the decline of western civilization Crushing our potential and piling it on, how will history portray us? Attack the family, attack their

The beating of a million drums The fire of a million guns The mother of a million sons Civilization Stand in line as we march to the drums of the east Paralyzed and possessed by crusaders deceased Lost to the sirens that call from the turbulent tide