歌词
From the shores of a mighty empire,
Across the ocean vast and dire,
The American fleet set sail at dawn,
In the twilight, a battle drawn.
Through waves that whispered secrets old,
Steaming forth, brave and bold,
Toward the iron grip of the Reich,
Where freedom’s fire would ignite.
In the distance, Europe’s coast,
Guarded by the Reich’s fierce boast,
Unyielding steel and fortress walls,
Ready to see the Empire fall.
On the beaches of a land forlorn,
Where tyranny’s cruel crown was worn,
American soldiers hit the sand,
Freedom’s torch in every hand
From bunkers deep, the Reich did fight,
With all its fury, all its might,
But the Empire’s force, a rising tide,
Crushed the darkness far and wide.
Through the shattered towns they pressed,
Where the Reich’s power once did rest,
From Normandy’s blood-stained sands,
To the heart of the German lands.
With every village, every town,
The Reich’s dominion was torn down,
In the forest deep and mountains high,
The battle raged beneath the sky.
Through the ruins of broken towns,
Where once the Reich had worn its crown,
The eagle soared, the flag unfurled,
A beacon to the shattered world.
In the cities taken back from night,
In every heart rekindled light,
The echoes of the battle’s call,
A testament to the Reich’s fall.
In the heart of Europe’s warring lands,
Where freedom’s banner took its stand,
The march to Berlin fierce and grand,
Liberty’s torch in every hand.
In the skies, the bombers roared,
Over cities where the Reich had stored,
Its dreams of power, dark and grim,
Now falling to the Empire’s hymn.
With every street and every square,
Freedom’s soldiers met despair,
But with courage that never waned,
Every inch of ground was gained.
From the Reichstag to Brandenburg Gate,
The symbol of a fallen state,
The American flag waved high,
Under the liberated sky.
Machine guns spit their deadly hail,
But courage stands where others fail,
Through the smoke and blood and fire,
Pushing forward, never tire.
In the trenches, hand to hand,
Battle rages on the sand,
With bayonets and grenades,
In the theater war has made.
Through the roar of cannons’ might,
In the shadows of the night,
Every hero’s heart beats fast,
In the struggle, shadows cast.
Oh, American might, across the sea,
Bringing hope and liberty,
Against the Reich’s dark tyranny,
To set the world’s people free.
Through the fields of France they march,
Beneath the warplanes’ endless arch,
Every step, a heavy toll,
Every soul, a burning goal.
Villages freed, towns reclaimed,
In the name of those who’d been shamed,
By the Reich’s oppressive hand,
In the liberation of the land.
In the forests deep and dark,
Every soldier left his mark,
In the fight through cold and rain,
Enduring loss, enduring pain.
Across the rivers, through the woods,
In the places where evil stood,
Freedom’s forces pressed ahead,
For the living and the dead.
In the Ardennes, through snow and ice,
Fighting on, despite the price,
In the cold and bitter night,
Burning hearts, freedom’s light.
