Tarantism (feat. Andrew Johansson)

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