And where once in the days of our liberty
Sounded the violas, screamed the fifes and the bagpipes,
Now there is silence and death.
Beat the drum, the drum of war.
And now, ’stead of all the glad faces
Of those that drank and made love to the sound of sweet singing,
Now is naught but pale faces
Of they that await in dumb resignation
The blade of the sword of injustice.
Beat the drum, the drum of war.