They are the prey（food）and we are the hunters!
Without knowing the name of the trampled flowers
The birds that fell to the ground are waiting for the wind
Praying won't change anything
What will change the present is how ready you are to fight
Oh, the pigs sneering at our will
to advance, stepping over corpses
The livestock may be at peace in their phony prosperity
But let us be free like dying, starving wolves!
The humiliation of being trapped signals our counterattack
I'm the HUNTER who slaughters the prey beyond our castle walls
While my body is consumed by a raging impulse
My crimson bow and arrow pierce through the scarlet at dusk!