Sleeping every day,
As dark comes out, so come I,
Hunting them all night.
But when they wake me,
While the sun shines, I'm rendered,
Shell shocked, immobile.
I run away, harmed,
With my tail between my legs,
Some, not as lucky...
Oh! But woe is me!
To see my kindred die, is...
A fate worse than death.
So I hunt at night,
I destroy those murderers,
Simply, for justice.