The Fox:
Right behind me as I rush across the meadow
Hungry hounds are getting closer all the time
I can hear the sound of horses on the gallop
Don't they know that in gods eyes it is a crime
City gents turn on their horses to go faster
[....] has now become a battle cry
Why, I am tired and my legs are growing weaker
Could it be that I can see death going by
At last I have found peace
Alone in the dark
But how long can I stay here
For I hear them's bark
Breaking from cover now
Hearing the trumpet sound
Hey
Hissing and panting now
Fleeing across the ground
Hey
Dogs coming closer now
Knowing the time has come
Hey
Snarling and snapping, run
Senses becoming numb
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Ahh…
The Hunters:
Gather round and see the fun
Come and see what we have done
Today's the day we've won our prize
We cut the fox right down to size
We got its brush, and leave its head
Perhaps to make a little more
We've got the rush and lots of laughs
And smear our faces in its blood
We go back and drink our fill
We meet again for another kill
We chase the fox right out of breath
And smell again the fear of death