Migration has come, it's hunting season but his time it's different, this time the hunt is ours We will fly this time We will be the hunters , the equilibrium has broken and you thought your time will never come Now its time to Vengeance In the beginning we were to be free, but you simpletons couldn't understand, you were disconneted from everything Your guns will aim toward us but out beak will disable you Beak eating guts, this time will be our journey starts and our plan is perfect, we have power, our strategy is set hunters have fun, without pity, shooting at us they will all die Suddenly a beak violates their asses They'll be horrified They'll run, knowing that death by beak is coming for them Thousand of us begin to attack them Lacerating them with our beak There will be no trace of the killers. Only their blood, bones, guts and visceras will be spread all over the mountain We put our beas into their eyes, asses, open stomach, cocks flying, feast of eyes and neverending guts We didn't know these killers tasted so delicious How delicious Quack Quack Quack ! We bath in their blood Quack Quack Quack ! There are human killers spread all over This is the way that it has to be with these killers Our vengeance was succesfull This will be the way from now on Now they're our prey. Every human hunter will be our food Blood to drink, guts to eat We like the human eyes for dessert Quack Quack The equilibrium will return, The human hunting season will always exist, when the equilibrium returns the human hunting season will cease!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
