Emblazened with gold A statue of old Punctures the soil A head on a pole Everyone look, watch, and record Dance to the drums, to the beat of my heart Dance to the drums, to the beat of my heart I know you can hear it The beat of my heart Know you can hear it A cry on the air A cry on the air Listen to him The ring of despair A martyr my dear, a martyr my dear Come lend an ear to the whistle The keening sound Come lend an ear to the whistle The keening sound I know you can hear it The keening sound Know you can hear it Why are you crying? We're all busy dying It is for the best She'll find her place With the rest of the saints In the sky Nothing is missing The music we're playing Is full of rays Take a long, deep breath And gather yourself for the climb Long live the King Love live his bride Farewell the prophet The thorn in our side Put all your finery, prepare the feast Dance to the drums To the silence between every beat Dance to the drums To the silence between every beat