Crippled Black Phoenix Bostogne Blues
Men would fall on both sides, the attacks did surprise.
I earned my colours true, as I lay dying with you in the forests of the Ardennes Mountains.
Storms in the sky, the planes could not fly.
Their sly minds desire, of trying to try, to reach the Meuse River in four (4) days.
I know brother, we fear, and our wives are not near, and your child's unborn.
Does here come the death? This daring we're reading of.
The wind was too strong. Your war crimes are a rude sight, in Malmedy that night,
in some SS f..cks mind the thoughts come up to decide on the massacre of 84 men.
So near, so far, the end of this War. Push your final offensive here on the Western Front,
where you try to divide us, but there's a line, where you'll retreat, defeated; Siegfried.
Then the weather allowed a force to the sky, all progression needs fuel,
yet you try to pursue, or thieve it in your failed operations.
Country wide, the levee's are smeared with my brother's demise,
I'm trying to try, to remember some beautiful days.
Your war crimes are a rude sight, in Malmedy that night,
in some SS f..cks mind the thoughts come up to decide on the massacre of 84 men.
I know brother, we fear, and our wives are not near, and your child's unborn.
Does here come the death? This daring we're reading of. The wind was too strong.
So near, so far, the end of this War. Push your final offensive here on the Western Front,
where you try to divide us, but there's a line, where you'll retreat, defeated; The End.
