[Verse:]
In the cruel garrison of affection
If worth of lore is true
You know the face of a temptress
A pit viper
A witch or enchantress
A pit viper
With the malign venom of conceit
She tries civil men
To conceal fear
And misgivings
When night greets them
A deeper chill sustains
And stains her
With darkness
The death blow
Know this skin does not restrict her
She'll tear and shed the coil
The fall of garland leaves
Below the soil