In the cruel garrison of affection
If worth of lore is true
You know the face of a temptress

Pit Viper
A witch or enchantress
Pit Viper
With the malign venom of conceit

She tries civil men
Conceal fear misgivings
When night entreats them
A greater chill sustains
Stains her darkness

Shall not inhibit death blow
Know this skin does not restrict her
Tear and shed the coil
Fall of garland leaves below the soil