i am looking at my quiver and there is only one arrow
Etched on it is my WILL..........
...providencial...says my WILL.
...As the thoughts are grinding in the mill
All I remember I have an arrow and there is a buck I need to kill
You will get killed as I see at the apex of arrow..is smiling my Will.
It seems that I have lost you..
you have disappeared in the woods
I am not gonna ask those monkeys swaying on tree
they are careless,they are carefree..
bloody crooks...
Its too late..its getting dark..
The chase is on..i am following every single pugmark
losing you cannot be my fate..
being victorious is an ancestral trait..
My heart says leave it..its just a buck!
give up the hunt...its quarter past 8...get into the truck..
Its my predatory instinct..its my witty skill..
I see the crescent in the sky..
all i know...that you must die..
Finally, I hunted you down from top of the hill
pierced your heart..is not an arrow but my WILL.