The tale of Crane Hill
An old Military post located in the bay
An old war room, updated with radar and sonar
The echoing halls of a retired war zone
Here the natives laid
Slain by disease and Conquistador
Here the soldiers died
Blood spilled in anti-communist tide
A history of death far longer than you know
Now where military reservists
Host the fourth of July

This place is haunted by its past
A cannon circle from pre-America
Can deafen a man of war
Though no canons reside there now
On Crane Hill’s high up shore.
And nameless soldiers stalk the halls
Invisible on camera
Reported, dismissed, and disbelieved
Retreading ephemera

The old sailor warns his family
His family and friends take heed
Don’t go to Crane Hill on your own
Or you’ll vanish for their need
Captured for a war long gone
Or deafened by ghost canon
Alone you’re taken one by one
Revenge be had by Shanon