Wandering in the night
Like a warrior before the fight
Preparing the blind
In Icy water placing decoys
With the colors of war
He paints his face cover all
There's not difference,
This is not hunting but war
He uses his "Zink" calls
To attrack the ducks to the gallows
Playng the "Paralayzer",
As the pied piper in the fairy tale
Waiting for the moment,
Where the carnege will finally start
With shotgun in hands,
He began playing his march of death