In Aavaperja, there is a folk song about a hunter chasing a stag through the forest. Eventually the hunter trips and looses his rifle. The stag then picks up the rifle and starts hunting the hunter instead. The song itself is old and lead to the expression "latt thig nigd fom Virsch jajen" ("don't let the stag hunt you"), which is often said to hunters to wish them a good hunt, instead of the more traditional "Weidmannsheil".
This is a metal version of this song.
Verse:
Thurg thunklen Valth, thurg diipet Dal;
Ig polje sdill ther Paairde schmal.
Aan praigd'jer Virsch, mid sdolsem Vlik;
Taan Schadden vuschd, thog nii suruik.
Ig vevv’ thi Plinde, siil’ jenia;
Thog thurg that Thikigd rennd er schlia.
Aan Rascheln viir, aan Schadden thord;
On viither isd maan Siil schon pord.
Chorus:
Ferplixder Vok, ig kriij thig nog!
Thaan Jluik ferjeed, thu liopsd int Log!
Ig jaj thig thurg thi Viome pord;
Ther Valth taa thir kaan tig'rer Ord!
Verse:
Iap vooen Pelt, thurg kuuilet Moor;
Taan Vupschlaj valld, ig vedsch' empor.
Er tvrind, er rennd, ig schniap' on plug’;
Thog viither isd er mir aan Tvuk.
Im Morjenria’n, am Valthetranth;
Ig tee iin sdeen, that Vers jetvannd.
Ig lej' an, thog vat aan Voon;
Aan Tvrun int Nigted, er lagd thafon!
Chorus:
Ferplixder Vok, ig kriij thig nog!
Thaan Jluik ferjeed, thu liopsd int Log!
Ig jaj thig thurg thi Viome pord;
Ther Valth taa thir kaan tig'rer Ord!
Verse:
Aan Vurselsdran, aan palscher Dridd;
Thi Erthe vvevvd, ig pall‘ int Nigted.
Thi Plinde pord, aan liader Vall;
Alt ig thann iap then Vothen pall.
Aan Schadden naad, on vii im Driam;
Ther Virsch thord sdeed, ig jliavv‘ et kiam.
Nun nigd meer schiu kommd er thaaer;
Er jrinsd on vevvd et, that Jeveer!
Chorus:
Ferplixder Vok, ig kriij thig nog!
Thaan Jluik ferjeed, thu liopsd int Log!
Ig jaj thig thurg thi Viome pord;
Ther Valth taa thir kaan tig'rer Ord!
Verse:
Through dark forest and deep valley;
I follow the narrow track.
A gorgeous stag with proud gaze;
His shadow slits, but never back.
I raise the rifle, aiming true;
Through the underbrush it runs cleverly.
A rustle here, a shadow there;
And again my target is already gone.
Chorus:
Ruddy stag, I'll get you eventually!
Your luck runs out, you run into the hole!
I chase you through the trees;
The forest shall be no safe place for you!
Verse:
On tall rocks, through cold swamp;
Its hoofbeat echoes, I scamper up.
It jumps, it runs, I gasp and curse;
But again is he like a phantom to me.
At dawn, at the edge of the forest;
I see it stand, the heart is tense.
I aim, but what a joke;
A jump into nowhere, it laughs it off.
Chorus:
Ruddy stag, I'll get you eventually!
Your luck runs out, you run into the hole!
I chase you through the trees;
The forest shall be no safe place for you!
Verse:
A root, a misstep;
The ground quakes, I fall into emptiness.
The rifle gone, a loud echo;
As I fall to the ground.
A shadow approaches, and like in a dream;
The stag stands there, I can't believe it.
No longer shy, it approaches;
It grins, and lifts the gun!
Chorus:
Ruddy man, I'll get you!
Your luck runs out, you're undone!
I chase you through the trees;
The forest shall be no safe place for you!