Hunting is going on Only the will survive In the we prowl Looking hard for deers Hunger croaks in our stomaches eyes like the wolves
We run after meat as the possessed And we kill without pity We and we laugh the deer falls Hunting's more than just killing for the
Hunting is going on We are a part the wilderness
Hunting is going on Only the fast will survive Away they will not those four legged Not the smallest one We live in the forest here only fast ones live Only strongest will survive