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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