Let thy soul into the darkness delve,
Where thou loses all thyself, ...Where;
slithering serpents slay so silent,
Like death's deadly scythe.
Deranged demon's deathly snare
Snatching people, unaware,
With such sweet nectar they thou compel,
So that willingly, thy soul thou sell.
A wolf in sheep's skin,
Juggling the lives of men's kin,
As if they were nothing,
but a game to win.