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