War drums follow me
As I march to war
My men fall before me
As I climb the hill
If I do not make it
Dont fret, I will return
Near a dry and dusty town
And the false gods' bane.
War drums follow me
As I march to war
My men fall before me
As I climb the hill
If I do not make it
Dont fret, I will return
Near a dry and dusty town
And the false gods' bane.
The last words of Oscar Wilde, to the wallpaper in his room - "One of us has to go"