Hunting Cry

O you hunters don't you know

what you leave behind?

A thousand animals on the row

without shelter, without rest.

Wait here in the crack of dawn

Wait here in the deepest night

There's no mercy helping them

There's no sun that's bringing light.

O you hunters desist now from

the festivity

Only feed demons after all

with this sinister pastime.

Many years later then

you shall meet again

Human souls now on the row

from their own misdeed.