Fui a Cazar

I went hunting
Managed to load
My gun and my voice

I thought I balanced
Death in peace
And life without end

I went hunting
I thought I stepped
A part of me

I went hunting
And I ran without stopping
What should I flee from?

I went hunting
Managed to load
My voiceless fear

I went hunting
And there are cuts on my face
How can I flee?
How can I flee?

It's never too late to go
Visit heaven
Nor too early to be
Hunter of comforts

It's never too late to go...