Hunting is on Only the fast will survive In the forest we prowl hard for deers Hunger croaks in our stomaches Our eyes the wolves
We run after meat the possessed And we kill without pity 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
is going on Only the fast will Away they will not get, those four legged Not even smallest one We live in the forest here only fast ones live Only strongest will survive