Tyrantula کے بول

A thousand ruby eyes Shallow gleaming specks pf light On the veil of night Reaching through the branches Vivid shades of crooked legs Midst the fading light You won't hear a sound You won't see a sign As her poisoned fangs tear through Your spine Bound! Your number mind starts to stray afar Damp breath from her drooling jaw Beware the kiss of tyrantula! Monstrous dire weaver Dwelling among ancient tombs Lures you down her lair Woven into silver Collapsing lungs dull your last cry Trapped in despair Relentless they venom's crawling (Like) vermin moving beneath your skin Paralyzed, caught in convulsion As you're digested from within But it's not on her to feast Something's squirming Yearns to be released You're no prey, you've become her nest As ribs crush, they burst from your chest