Tarantism Songtext
von Primal instinct

A hunter is hiding, awaiting its prey
Perilous fangs - they′re just a foreplay
You're stricken, you′re bound
You are mine

(Wake up from your)
Wake up from your sorrow
(Our tune will)
Will make you hollow

Sharp venomous teeth are piercing your skin
The toxin spreads, you have no command
Just like a puppet in my hand


(Wake up from your)
Wake up from your sorrow
(Our tune will)
Will make you hollow
(As you dance)

Weaving the last web, your fate is sealed
Tarantism - a state so surreal
Our music is reigning, we demand
We demand you to dance with the damned

(Wake up from your)
Wake up from your sorrow
(Our tune will)
Will make you hollow
(As you dance)
As you dance in the state of Tarantism