Eight-eyed horror Scaled to the waist Lives in desolation Long forgotten place
Re-entering the world To a time changed scape Hibernation disturbed By the cycles of eight
Loosed on society Drawn by his need Descending to the village At last it's time to feed
CHORUS He's a walking death He lives on pain Sub human creature, remember his name Eighty thousand years He slumbered in shame Now he claims his throne, the Octoclops reigns
Moving through the villages Clearing one by one Thriving when he finds them Nothing when he's done
Blessing all of them With slow & painful deaths Living on the violence Growing larger yet
Enslaving all humanity To ensure his food supply Ruler of all mankind Master with eight-eyes