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