All of nature has its pattern, green, blue, yellow and brown.
Glamorous, but hostile.
Hunter, what are you really looking for here?
To hunt me, or to hear my cry?
Come to me, hunt me, be hostile, my Hunter.
The summer is hot, nature screams day and night, like dreams and nightmares.
The suffering in the twilight of dusk is always here, maybe you can help with something.
All of nature has its pattern, green, blue, yellow and brown.
Glamorous, but hostile.
Hunter, what are you really looking for here?
To hunt me, or to hear my cry?
Catch me if you can, Hunter.
I hear your whisper under the light of day.
Hunter, what are you looking for here? To hunt me, or to hear my cry?
Calling your name, under the light of day, hunter. Listening to your footsteps softly, I know what is to come.
My fear makes my blood boil, but I will remain with courage and bravery.
You could wait less to act,
Hunter, be hostile, be here and listen to me scream softly.
Judson Kaique, Hunter - 08/18/2026