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