I still can hear it
The silence, ever so unreal
More terrifying
Than thousands of concurrent screams
It's as if God has come and cleaned
A space into the world
Marked out a box, and then decreed
That all inside shall be no more
No more carnage, anything no more
In the darkness of this cursed war
Firebase Valley Forge
Seven miles to Cambodian border
A last resort, a dumping ground
Overrun by NVA
And outnumbered eight to one
In the wind of being held disposable
Sappers in the wire, they screamed
Gotta buckle for your dust
Even if a firestorm of death was due to come
From our F4's
When the weather broke
The fast movers settled up the score
A deluge of burning death
Made of jellied gasoline
Frying everything, friends and foe alike
Nothing will be heard again
From that US Marine base
Just the hiss of static on the radio
Endless carpet, bodies all around
Still they smoulder, covering the ground
At Valley Forge the napalm rained
On friends and foe together
Eight hundred dead, burnt to the bone
In utter devastation
Oh God above, please sort'em out
And fill our missing reason
At Valley Forge this wretched war
Has stained our souls forever
No freedom bird will ever come
To fly them back into their world
No ice cold beer or pretty girls, no
Nothing at all
The silence, ever so unreal
More terrifying
Than thousands of concurrent screams
It's as if God has come and cleaned
A space into the world
Marked out a box, and then decreed
That all inside shall be no more
No more carnage, anything no more
In the darkness of this cursed war
Firebase Valley Forge
Seven miles to Cambodian border
A last resort, a dumping ground
Overrun by NVA
And outnumbered eight to one
In the wind of being held disposable
Sappers in the wire, they screamed
Gotta buckle for your dust
Even if a firestorm of death was due to come
From our F4's
When the weather broke
The fast movers settled up the score
A deluge of burning death
Made of jellied gasoline
Frying everything, friends and foe alike
Nothing will be heard again
From that US Marine base
Just the hiss of static on the radio
Endless carpet, bodies all around
Still they smoulder, covering the ground
At Valley Forge the napalm rained
On friends and foe together
Eight hundred dead, burnt to the bone
In utter devastation
Oh God above, please sort'em out
And fill our missing reason
At Valley Forge this wretched war
Has stained our souls forever
No freedom bird will ever come
To fly them back into their world
No ice cold beer or pretty girls, no
Nothing at all
( Black Phantom )
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