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.