Waismanns heil (en inglés)

Waismanns heil
I've been in heat for days
So I will hunt down some famale game
And I'll wait in the blind until morning
So i can make a shoulder shot

On the land and on the sea
decay lies in wait
The creature must die
die
A yearling hind gets on its legs
it had been sinning itself in the
high reeds
It's making good tracks deep in the
fir forest
It's rump patch shines , I begin to
bake
the tail whips like a finger eel
the shotgun jump from its
case
good hunting
I brush the velvet from the
horn
And give it a medium sight
good humting
on the land and on the sea
Decay lies in wait
the creature most
die
good hunting
die
good hunting
it feels the muzzle energy
fine blood drops onto its
knee
On the land and on the sea
Decay lies in wait
The creature must
die
good hunting
die
good hunting
On the land and on the sea
Decay lies in wait
good hunting
On the land and on the sea
goos hunting