歌词
(Verse 1)
Grunk was a warrior, born for the fight,
Raised by his father, trained to do it right.
He had the strength, he had the skill,
But deep inside, it wasn't what he willed.
He wanted peace, he wanted to roam,
But his father called him back to the war at home.
(Chorus)
Drums are pounding, beating through the night,
Grunk's got the rage, but he's not in the fight.
He hates his father for the wars he creates,
He longs for freedom, he longs for open gates.
(Verse 2)
He was sent to the kingdom, ordered to invade,
His father said, "Son, you were born for the blade."
But Grunk saw the carnage, the blood and the screams,
It shattered his soul, broke all his dreams.
He fought for survival, but he hated the cost,
He knew in his heart, it was his father who was lost.
(Drum solo)
(Chorus)
Drums are pounding, beating through the night,
Grunk's got the rage, but he's not in the fight.
He hates his father for the wars he creates,
He longs for freedom, he longs for open gates.
(Bridge)
The drums grew louder, echoing through the land,
But Grunk dropped his sword, he couldn't take a stand.
He walked away from the battle, left it all behind,
His father's voice fading, like a distant wind.
He found a quiet place, where the drums couldn't reach,
A place where he could heal, where he could finally teach.
(Chorus)
Drums are pounding, beating through the night,
Grunk's got the rage, but he's not in the fight.
He hates his father for the wars he creates,
He longs for freedom, he longs for open gates.
(Outro)
Grunk found his path, away from the fight,
Away from the wars that kept him up at night.
The drums still echoed, but they grew far and faint,
As Grunk chose his peace, freed from all restraint.
Though his father raged, though his father cried,
Grunk walked his own road, with his head held high.
