Slithering and crawling
the serpant is calling
the serpant whose eyes
will turn you to stone

they're evil and dire
and burning with fire
they'll frighten the devil
and rattle his bones

the serpant of envy
of chaos and loathing
do not speak its name
if you'll keep your tongue

if you love your life
best be sharp as knife
or you will be sorry
with fangs in your lungs

and the fangs are just deadly
like a poisonous medley
that slowly and slowly
will put you to sleep

its scales are so blackened
its venom yet darker
the venom will calm you
through your veins it will creep

but hush now my darling
the serpant is watching
be scared of the demon
behind you it lies

stare deep in its eyes now
you'll stare at your death
as you lose your breath
no one hears your cries