I have been in heat for days
So I'll hunt a bald wildebeest
And I'm sitting until morning
So I can give shots
In the countryside, on the sea lurks the spoiling
The creature must die
To die
A Schmaltier comes on the runs
Has sunbathed in high reed
Good track, deep gear
The mirror falls I grab
The wild twitches like Fingeraal
The shotgun jumps from the sheath
Waidmann's, man's, Waidmann's salvation
I sweep the bast from the horn
And give a dashed grain
In the countryside, on the sea lurks the spoiling
The creature must die
To die
Waidmann's, man's, Waidmann's salvation
She feels the muzzle energy
Fine sweat drips on the knee
In the countryside, on the sea lurks the spoiling
The creature must die
To die
Waidmann's, man's, Waidmann's salvation
To die
Waidmann's, man's, Waidmann's salvation
In the countryside, on the sea lurks the spoiling
Waidmann's, man's, Waidmann's salvation
In the countryside, on the sea
Waidmann's, man's, Waidmann's salvation
Only among all we can make this a better place :)