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