[Chorus] Drums of fury, hear them roar, We came to Gringle, to even the score. With honor and cunning, we sought our due, But the treacherous merchant and his killers slew. [Verse 1] We came in peace, to Gringle’s den, To speak of the tooth, to make amends. But Quackjon struck with a coward’s hand, And a warrior fell on sacred land. A life for a tooth, the blood was spilt, Our fury rose, their hands stained with guilt. (wa-hoo) [Chorus] Drums of fury, hear them roar, We came to Gringle, to even the score. With honor and cunning, we sought our due, But the treacherous merchant and his killers slew. [Verse 2] Racist taunts from behind their walls, "Climbing claws!" they jeered through halls. Mocking our armor, our ways, our pride, But we had our honor, no place to hide. With allies strong, we planned our raid, The centaur noble, the Dragonnewts’ blade. [Bridge 1] At the backdoor, the centaur led, A gentle heart, but now he’s dead. Dragonnewts followed, fierce and wise, But the mercenaries struck with coward’s guise. Axes swung and magic flew, Their laughter echoed, their hearts untrue. (wa-hoo) [Chorus] Drums of fury, hear them roar, We came to Gringle, to even the score. With honor and cunning, we sought our due, But the treacherous merchant and his killers slew. [Verse 3] On the roof, we made our stand, Tearing it apart with our bare hands. But ambush waited, a coward’s fight, Magic and slings in the shadowed night. Two brothers fell to a sword so vile, No mercy, no honor, no justice in their smile. [Bridge 2] The allies fell, the tide turned grim, The mercenaries fought with hearts so dim. The tooth was there, but the price was steep, For even we knew when to retreat. We left the field, our pride intact, Though Gringle’s treachery was a cowardly act. [Chorus] Drums of fury, hear them roar, We came to Gringle, to even the score. With honor and cunning, we sought our due, But the treacherous merchant and his killers slew. [Outro] So sing the tale, let the story be told, Of Gringle the liar and his greed for gold. We’ll bide our time, we’ll grow, we’ll wait, For justice comes, though it may be late. Tooth or not, our spirit remains, The baboon's honor, pure, without stains! (wa-hoo)
