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