Crack of the lightning splitting the ground
Thunder is sounding, artilley pounding
Wrath of the [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 
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
 [bad [bad word] request and demand

Offered surrender — declined

Nuts! the generals word echo clear
Nuts! the [bad word] s shall hear