Testo di Tarantula

Creeping over the hills,eight legs sky high Lakes of white fluid poison marking her way A hairy giant in our world, she's an outcast Among all,a fate she never chose Killing simply to survivie,a hunger matching her Size,she's a monster on the loose Tarantula-oh oh Fighting back versus mankind,their bombs and their fire A victim of science,a man-made-monster An act of gods all dressed in white,revenge Of nature 'gainst human pride, it's a frankenstein Creature the first of many more to come,large killers Made by men, hunting down their creators