[Verse 1]
It has not taken long, it has not taken long
The hunters, they are hiding from me
A wooden hand, a golden reed
A waiting end for them to bleed

[Chant]
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[Verse 2]
It has not taken long, it has not taken long
To feast our naked eye upon the open blade
The hungry beast have found her calling
Calling "help me, please"

[Chant]
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