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 Looking hard for deers Hunger croaks in our stomaches 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 just killing for the food

Hunting is going on We are a part of the wilderness

Hunting is going on Only the fast will survive 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