Deception
They come
They kill
The harp of death has strum
And again it will
They have no mercy
They will not yield
They have no cerdecy[sp?]
There is inocent blood one the battle field
They kill
The harp of death has strum
And again it will
They have no mercy
They will not yield
They have no cerdecy[sp?]
There is inocent blood one the battle field