The hunting camp sings about the season of falling leavesThe season of falling leaves
When to the great beast comes sickness and age
When to the child we plant barley for our foodThe season's last hunt
Like a dragon's great mouth
Like a crocodile's claw
The hunter has no pityThe season's last hunt
When there is no harvest
And there is no winter
And the child laughsThe season's last hunt we dance
And to the season's sun is obscured the sign of death