TOUCH THE SPIDER!

TALES OF WOE

It’s coming ... alive

In a frosty night

I went to the dead

Opened some coffins

Cut off some legs

It’s coming ... alive!

It’s coming ... alive!

An owl watched my bustle

At the last resting place

Desecrated corpses

Turned into a brand new race

It’s coming ... alive!

It’s coming ... alive!

It’s coming ... alive!

It’s coming ... alive!