The men in the bird want to play warThey have zoned us north and south
By day they roam in hunting packs
Invincible green giants strong?
At night we cut them to pieces
They just run away, screamingWretched death to all invaders
Primitive instinct supreme
Their filthy lies mean nothing hereThey are our playthings, on and on
Suppression and domination
Oppress for local controlConflict of radical arms
Inner opposing forces
Combined with a massive assault
The ultimate alarm
Execute, no mercyThey will suffer at land, sea and in the air
They dieAt home, they pray for it to soon be overHail Tet!Them men in the birds fall from the skiesDisgraced, they leave our ravaged land
We will make their pain last
We will never surrender, never retreat
We dare them to come backWretched death to all invaders
Primitive instinct supreme
Their filthy lies mean nothing hereThey are our playthings, on and on
Suppression and domination
Oppress for local controlConflict of radical arms
Inner opposing forces
Combined with a massive assault
The ultimate alarm
Execute, no mercy