Hunters کے بول

Where did all the ravens fly Earth dry, all starving Seasons are passing by Nothing left but a burning sun Running sweat down my neck I feel faint, I feel dizzy No breeze to chill me Standstill of everything I can't breathe Where do we go now Where do we feed We used to be hunters, hunters Feathers are broken Worn out and dust-like Dead weeds and rivers dry Desolation complete Fire winds are passing by Nothing left but a burning sun Running sweat down my neck I feel faint, I feel dizzy No breeze to chill me Standstill of everything I can't breathe Where do we go now Where do we feed We used to be hunters, hunters I can't breathe Where do we feed We used to be hunters