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