Hunting Season

I wanna know...
Who the fuck you think you are?
These monsters are mean
These monsters want blood
Please just tell me, what is really going on

(The) sun is leaving for my pleasure
Time had to run, but is not (a) measure
Is hunting season baby, I'm dying alone

Wait, is hunting season.

Hills are filled with fire, and you lost control,
And the darkened path, goes on and on.

Wait, is hunting season.

Now my friends will come singing tralala,
We will set the logs on fire come and dance around.

Hey, are you still there?
Could you please tell me?
If the sun will shine again