There's wild game out there
And there are rules for hunting:
Keep your mouth shut,
Keep your gun loaded,
Don't let him see you,
Eat what you kill.
I've been told this is a happy hunting ground
And I aim for the prize.
Even if I come back empty
It was a nice walk
With the singing and the breeze,
The sun and the company.
But I can only do this so many times for just that.
It isn't what hunting is all about.
Hunting is about flesh and blood,
Making something empty full,
Giving life from death,
And having a good story to tell afterwards.
So let's walk together and hunt.
I'm hunting God.