Octaman

A nightmare has just begun
Grab your gun and start to run
Never ever look back
For he is on your track

Two eyes that stare at you
Eight arms that will catch you
One mouth to feast on you
Octaman

Take his children and he'll get mad
He will hunt you down he'll eat your head
Beg for mercy he will give you none
And he won't stop until you're all gone

Fire - You'll need a lot of fire
Fire - Go get wood and tires
Fire - Will confuse his mind
Fire - Make him crazy and blind