War drums are rumblin’ and the sky is burnin’ red,
(up) War drums are rumblin’ and the sky is burnin’ red,
I got a strange, strange feelin’ , that we’re walkin’ where the angels fear to tread.

  
Smoke is risin’ slowly and the daylight slips away,
Smoke is risin’ slowly as the daylight slips away,
I begin to wonder, Lord, is this the price the children will pay?

 
Lord what is wrong, Lord what can the trouble be?
Lord oh tell me,  what is wrong, Lord what can the trouble be?
Feels like the whole wide world’s cryin’ out in misery.

 
Night is fallin’ heavy and the cold wind starts to blow,
Night is fallin’ heavy and the cold wind starts to blow,
I wonder is it that red horse comin’ to lay our childre  low.

  
Lord what is wrong, Lord what can the trouble be?
Lord what is wrong, now, Lord what can the trouble be?
I got a strange feelin’ that the road, the road, the road leads to tragedy.

  
So sad, so sad now…
You ever wake up in the mornin’ and you feel somethin’ just ain’t right?
Your heart jumps once and you gotta say, “Oh Lord… keep us from that fight.”  
Lord don’t let us go down that evil road, no, —don’t let us go down that road.