Out of Control - Tim Healey, TC

Drums in the night give me a sign

I hear the sound of war

That is echoing through the streets

I can feel

Cold metal steel

The rhythm of death

Is burning in my mind all the time

Running through the night

To my 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