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