Hunting is on Only the fast will survive In the forest we prowl Looking hard deers Hunger croaks in our stomaches Our eyes like the
We run after meat as the possessed And we kill without We rejoice and we laugh when the deer falls Hunting's more just killing for food
Hunting is going on We are a part of the wilderness
Hunting is going 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