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