The powerful drums throbbed, stirring the forest and heating the blood of the slaves.

The drums throbbed.

At his command, the drums and bronze bells throbbed, all over the battlefield.

One car chased another while drums throbbed on the soundtrack.

The drums were throbbing in his head like low voltage leads, the kind they stuck in the brains of rhesus monkeys and rats.

The drums - perhaps twenty strong, and some of them twelve feet high - continuously throbbed in time.

Not long after far away eastward the faint drums throbbed again.

The drums throbbed like heartbeats!

The drums now throbbed so loudly they vibrated the hard plastic lenses in their respirator masks and thudded against their chest walls.

The drums throbbed on, beating out their ceaseless cadence, matching the thunder of the wheels on the war machines, reverberating in the old man's chest.