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Out Of Control

Drums in the night give me a sign
I hear the sound of war
That is echoing thought the streets.

I can feel
Cold, metal steel.

The rhythm of death
Is burning in my mind all the time.

Running thought the night
To the master
With thoughts of destruction in my brains.

Out of control
I can hear the warlord calling
Give your soul.

The bells of fire
Ringing out so loud
Back to attack.

Drums of the night make me wild
The hounds of hell are getting closer
With their gleaming eyes.

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