Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Napalm Nights, artist - Nocturnal Breed. Album song Napalm Nights, in the genre Метал
Date of issue: 17.03.2014
Record label: Agonia
Song language: English
Napalm Nights |
Hordes of bombers coming inn |
Lungs filled with fire — At war again |
Midnight in the firing line |
Death-baptism — Jumping the mines |
Hanoi Hannah screaming out her lies |
VC’s like insects swarming in like tides |
The jungle-rot eating flesh alive |
«Agent orange — Fire at will» |
Running — Praying — And dying |
Deployed into this jungle Hell |
Searching — Blasting — Through fire |
As we climbed with mad abandon |
Every god-damned hill |
Sundown in paradise through melted eyes |
Pouring molten lava from the skies |
Arc-lite over Ho-chi-minh |
Senses sharpened — Like knives to win |
It’s been our fate since we came to base |
To pick the Joker and not the Ace |
From Da’Nang to the D.M.Z |
«Through the endless rain» |
The first and only — The last of many |
In the A’Shau-Valley we rot — Cored from bone |
Napalm Nights |
Now bring the morphine to blur out this Hellish sight |
Napalm Nights |
Peeling the melting skin off your burning children |
«Release the napalm» |
Storms of napalm coming inn |
Carpet bombing — At war again |
Striking first and strike them fast |
Skin burnt to crisp — And bones to black |
Mekong Delta-style — Bagged and tagged |
Rolled in napalm and burning rags |
We’ll take this hill — Now raise that flag |
The magic dragon — The napalm roar |
Bullet benediction — Here the reaper call |
I saw the death-card Joker |
On that faithful final night |
As re-enforcements came in the cloak of napalm |
Upholding the banner |
This yellow fever will not stop |
We’re stuck up here — On Hill-937 |
Coming in fast and low |
Like a carpet of certain death |
A blast of napalm winds and iron-ashes |
Running for the choppers |
G.I's on the Huey-skids |
As the Việt cộng came swarming out of their fox-holes |
Through crotch-rot and jungle-death |
Bugs and Charlies' everywhere |
It never broke our backs as we ran with the Hellhounds |
Come in Whiskey-company |
Scorched flesh and skin burned black |
For every limbless marine and fire-walker |
… We salute you |