Paroles de 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