Crack of the lightning splitting the ground Thunder is sounding, artilley pounding Wrath of the nazis cast on Bastogne Facing their forces alone
Alone!
Sent from the skies jumped into the unknown The march to Berlin has begun Spearhead the charge surrounded by foes Eagles are leading the way
France is still under enemy rule Push, axis retreat
Thrown towards Arnhem a bitter defeat They’re stretched out just one bridge to far Turn of the tide, it’s breaking away Losing momentum, retreat
Go to Bastogne, the crossroads must hold Stand, alone in the cold
Dig your own foxholes or dig your own grave The storm is about to begin The seige has begun, there’s nowhere to run Panzerkampfwagen emerge
Tanks and mortars are shaking the ground Prey of man and machine
Chill of the winter bite to the bone and christmas is drawing near Soldiers are freezing, the death toll increasing They’re dying in their holes There’s no surrender there’s no retreat, the wehrmacht 2 is drawing near There’s no reinforcements they’re fighting all alone
Sent from the skies ended up in Bastogne As Easy as hard,as they get Nazi command request and demand
Offered surrender — declined
Nuts! the generals word echo clear Nuts! the nazi’s shall hear