Namination

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