The men in the bird want to play war



They 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, screaming



Wretched death to all invaders

Primitive instinct supreme

Their filthy lies mean nothing here



They are our playthings, on and on

Suppression and domination

Oppress for local control



Conflict of radical arms

Inner opposing forces

Combined with a massive assault

The ultimate alarm

Execute, no mercy



They will suffer at land, sea and in the air

They die



At home, they pray for it to soon be over



Hail Tet!



Them men in the birds fall from the skies



Disgraced, they leave our ravaged land

We will make their pain last

We will never surrender, never retreat

We dare them to come back



Wretched death to all invaders

Primitive instinct supreme

Their filthy lies mean nothing here



They are our playthings, on and on

Suppression and domination

Oppress for local control



Conflict of radical arms

Inner opposing forces

Combined with a massive assault

The ultimate alarm

Execute, no mercy