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