Raging generals, serious games
They don't know what is really going on
Like a clever move in a game of chess
To make an enemy of the world
They stick at nothing
You better give yourself up
Can't stop to see you suffering
Time for your blood to spill
Unbury the hatchet
Kick the mighty from their seats
Unbury the hatchet
And exalt them of low degree
Wartime comrades, sure of victory
With the threat of an air attack
To strike down the despotical tyrant
Who measures his strength with god
They stick at nothing
You better give yourself up
Can't stop to see you suffering
Time for your blood to spill
Unbury the hatchet
Kick the mighty from their seats
Unbury the hatchet
And exalt them of low degree
Unbury the hatchet
Kick the mighty from their seats
Unbury the hatchet
And exalt them of low degree
Stirred up aggression
We'll not be defeated
It's hard enough for me to say
According to martial law
We shot them down
There will be hell to pay
Unbury the hatchet
Kick the mighty from their seats
Unbury the hatchet
And exalt them of low degree
Unbury the hatchet
Unbury the hatchet
There will be hell to pay
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