Birds are silent, all is still
Drums are pounding in the night
On your back an ancient thrill
Fear and terror in your eyes
From the jungle they came come
Painted faces in the night
Armed with axes made of stone
Savage fury, battlecry

The jungle is deep and cold is the night
Blood is red upon the ground
How can I sleep while in my mind
The drums of pictdom sound?
From the mountains to the hills
I can hear their victims cry
On the altars they are killed
Ancient ritual, sacrifice

The jungle is deep and cold is the night
Blood is red upon the ground
How can I sleep while in my mind
The drums of pictdom sound?
From the jungle they came come
Painted faces in the night
Armed with axes made of stone
Savage fury, battlecry

The jungle is deep and cold is the night
Blood is red upon the ground
How can I sleep while in my mind
The drums of pictdom sound?