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