Clash of Clans
The Drums of War are beating low
The Giants
Lumber across the battlefield
set your traps
Witches cast their dark spell
summoning with black magic
the undead
Black men just broken out of prison
(they've still got their handcuffs on)
riding wild hogs
Archers, Lads.
Will come to breach our walls
Knock out our security cameras
Take our Gold.
Smack up our Elixir.
Open the Castle.
And send in the Dragon.
And when they cross the rubicon.
It will be death they find.
Enemy, mine.
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