It Has Not Taken Long

It has not taken long, it has not taken long The hunters, they are hiding from me A wooden hand, a golden reed A waiting end for them to bleed La-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la It has not taken long It has not taken long To feast our naked eye upon The open blade The hungry beast Have found her calling, calling Help me, please La-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la