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