Hunting is going on Only the fast will In the forest we prowl Looking hard deers Hunger croaks in our stomaches eyes like the wolves
We run after meat as the possessed 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 of wilderness
Hunting is going on Only the fast will survive Away they will not get, those four Not even the one We live in the forest here only fast ones live Only strongest will survive