A hunter am I.
Hunting on this land.
With my father�s eyes
and my mother�s skills,
I�ll hunt the prey down
to the very end.
OOOOOOOOO!
Guide me on this hunt
brave souls of my
old tribe. The stag isn�t
far away. Fear I smell,
when I see the prey.
It�s clear for me that
resistance is at hand.
OOOOUUUUUUHH
The spear slashes the
preys throat, and the
stag has a deadly wound.
The king of the forest is dead!