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