20 years from now, these animals will only be legends.
A story full of tears, and love banished
Hate and fears, a crime unpunished
What did happen? He saw dust in the wind
For a swift moment, creeping behind him
And there he goes down after a gentle breeze
A powerful sound brings him to his knees.
Smiling and laughing after taking the shot
A twisted game of hunting. A beast that peacefully thought
Now fewer to behold, his strength is fading
But for them he is gold, resting there, waiting
Foolish are these clowns to have such a feast
Kings with rotten crowns, with cruelty killed the beast.
