The Cadence of Drums br The Nagging pull of you downed comrade br Signals the wars beginning br As if a bomb had gone off next to you br He tells you to take cover and leave br br The taste of burnt flesh fills the cold winter air br Letting us know how bad the war really is br We fight for our lives br And protect ourselves br But in the end none of us will really survive br br Your wounded sergeant calls to you br But you can only stand and say goodbye br He cries for your company br As if you were his dearest possession br But you walk into the foggy night forgetting him br br My spirits are high br My thoughts are slow br As i walk through the cold night air br For hopes of a new dream br To fix all wrongs of the worlds probems br So the brave can be free.