You wander into my world at night
not prepared for the fright you cant
fight,oh you thought it would be a
simple journey, now i will hunt you
as you try to run ,oh you
didnt see it coming, my wrath of spikes
that will send you down,crying, the
soothing thought of just a cactus turned into
a whole nightmare you must face, spikes
everywhere were ever you turn always flying at you
,in the end i simply grab you,as you feel the pain of
spikes puncturing your skin,i tear you apart, limb
from limb,you wandered into my sandy region,
at your own risk,when you hear the faint sound of
someone saying, "Cacturne's coming".