Slaughter at Camp Grant

With their pistols drawn They came in the night To spill innocent blood And murder by torchlight The wickedness of man Reflected in bloody pools In the desert sand None of the women Not even the children Not a soul escaped The horrors of murder Scalping and rape The horde moved forth Like an unstoppable desert storm As they approached the unknowing tribe They know that every man Woman, and child shall die With their weapons drawn They came in the night To spill innocent blood And murder by moonlight The wickedness of man Reflected in bloody pools In the desert sand None of the women Not even the children Not a soul escaped The horrors of murder Scalping and rape The horde moved forth Like an unstoppable desert storm As they approached the unknowing tribe They know that every man Woman, and child shall die