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