Savages - Pt. 2 - From "Pocahontas"/Soundtrack Version

This will be the day...
 (Let's go men!)
 This will be the morning...
 (Bring out the prisoner)
 We will see them dying in the dust
 I don't know what I can do
 Still, I know I've got to try
 Now we make 'em pay
 Eagle, help my feet to fly
 Now without a warning...
 Mountain, help my heart be great
 Now we leave 'em blood and bone and rust
 Spirits of the earth and sky...
 It's them or us
 Please don't let it be to late...
 They're just a bunch of
 Filthy, stinking
 Savages!
 Savages!
 Demons!
 Devils!
 Kill them!
 Savages!
 Savages!
 What are we waiting for?
 Destroy their evil race
 Until there's not a trace left
 How loud are the drums of war?
 We will sound the drums of war
 (Savages! Savages!)
 Now, we sound the drums of war
 (Savages! Savages!)
 Now we see what comes
 Of trying to be chums
 Now we sound the drums... Of... War!
 Of course it means the drums... Of... War!
 Is the death of all I love
 Carried in the drumming of war?